Stalking up behind me, he yanks my head back by my hair, smiling like a villainous monster from my worst nightmare. “Don’t you think I can see the lust in your eyes? How horny you are?”
Before I can respond, he rams three slick fingers into my mouth, assaulting me with the coppery taste of blood and gore, and a moan escapes my lips as liquid heat pools between my legs.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he praises. “Suck them clean. Show me what a depraved little thing you are.” Biting my earlobe hard enough to make me yelp, he whispers darkly, “That smart mouth is good for more things than talking back, isn’t it?”
I’m desperate for friction, so I rub my ass against his straining erection, begging wordlessly for more. The severed cocks on the bloodied mattress have tingles dancing over my bare skin. It scares me how far he’s willing to go where his darkness is concerned, but it also excites me.
As he removes his fingers from my mouth, I chase them for another taste. “Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”
With his big hands on my hips, he fucks himself on me, his fingers twitching as he teases me with his hardness.
“Please put it in me,” I plead, shivering with desire when he rolls his hips and grinds his erection against my soaked pussy.
Why does he have to torture us like this?
“Do you enjoy looking at the cocks?” he asks, releasing my hip and circling my throbbing clit. “Do you imagine them inside you?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as an orgasm washes over me, and then I rock back against him, moaning loud enough to wake the dead corpses on the floor. Darian’s touch turns rough, and I come again with a scream.
“Do you want to suck on dead men’s cocks?”
I shake my head, clinging to the pole the best I can while he continues rubbing my too-sensitive clit. “Why are you torturing me like this?”
“Answer the question, Mrs. Delacroix.”
“No,” I choke out between gasps. “The only cock I want to suck is yours.”
“Good answer.” He shifts behind me, and I feel his bulbous crown press against me. “Hold on to the pole.”
I do as instructed, and then he impales me on his big cock.
My lips part in surprise. Darian is large and powerful—overwhelming. His hips rock against me at a relentless pace, the sound of his belt clinking. I moan softly, my nails digging into the pole. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything this good. Never been this cock drunk before.
“Harder, Darian,” I beg, my pussy rippling around him. “Aah, yes!”
“You like it hard, huh?” He slams into me, and I fall forward. “You like being my little cum bucket, baby? A warm hole for me to sink my dick into?”
“Yes!” I admit, moaning, my aching tits straining against my bra, and he palms one, squeezing it hard enough to hurt.
“You should see your red ass. I love pounding it while it has other men’s handprints on it, but don’t ask me why. It’s fucking insane how mad you drive me.” He bites my neck like a feral animal, his cock pulsing inside me.
His groans of pleasure trigger another climax, and I moan his name as I tighten around him. Darian’s thrusts slow, and he grinds his cock deep, holding me tightly, as if he never wants to let me go.
As soon as he pulls out and steps away, his cum trickles out of me.
I attempt to catch my breath while he makes a quick call to a cleanup crew, but I feel too weak to stand, so I cling to the pole for support. My fingertips tingle from the tight cuffs, which isn’t a good sign, but I don’t mind. Exhaustion washes over me with my next breath, and my head feels heavy.
I’m vaguely aware of Darian removing my handcuffs and scooping me into his arms.
I’d open my eyes and say something if I could, but my body won’t obey. I’m floating in a sea of cardamom and tonka bean.
Warm lips press against my damp forehead. “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”
Irock in the corner of the dark wardrobe with my hands over my ears. I rock and rock, begging for the screaming and crying to stop.
Salty tears stream down my cheeks, but it doesn’t matter how hard I press on my ears, I still hear Mom’s cries. She won’t stop.
When I can’t take it anymore, I lower my hands and crawl forward, careful not to knock over shoeboxes. She made me promise to stay in here—and I will—but I just want to peek.
