Page 77 of The Bonds of Indigo

Vendra, if you love me on any spectrum, please tell me I had my walls up. Please… Please?

“Your agony is transferring to my cock, little slayer.”

I… am going to die.

“I know you can hear me. Say something.”

Swallowing, I pull the pillow over my head and scream through closed lips.

“Go away.” What am I, five?!

“I would, but you’re making it extremely… hard to ignore you.” Yeah, my heart’s going to stop, and I can only hope that a Gravemourn will come get me. “What’s got you so worked up?”

“Porno.”

He fucking tuts. “Your television is off. I’ve been listening…”

“That’s a very stalker thing to do, Butcher.”

“Yeah, and you’re a little pervert.” I gasp out loud. “You’re probably laying there, wondering how my hands would feel between your thighs. The ones that were trembling while I shaved your legs… Were you thinking about it then?”

“No! I’m not even thinking about it now. You’re so godsdamn full of yourself.” And I’m a filthy liar. At least that statement is completely true.

“Then not my hands.” I turn onto my stomach and curl my knees up to my chest. “My mouth. Maybe you’ll let me shave that pussy of yours next. Oh… the color your face will turn will be so beautiful.”

“Stop, please. I don’t want you touching, looking, or even thinking about me.”

“Is that so? Test something for me, and be honest with your answer, then I’ll leave you alone.”

I swallow roughly, worried about whatever it is he wants. “And if I lie?” Because honestly, I just might. Then I’ll throw my walls up, and he’ll have to fuck off.

“I’ll come in and check for myself.”

“Check?”

“Will you tell me the truth, little slayer?”

Burying my face into my pillow, I groan and bite onto the pillowcase. “Yes. Then you’ll leave me alone?”

“Mhm.”

Fuck me…

“Okay, what do you want me to test.”

“Take your hand, slide it into your underwear, and then stroke a finger against your pussy for me. Then, I want you to tell me how much of a liar you are, Amarah.”

I don’t need to check, because I know just how absolutely soaked I am. It’s gone as far as to seep through my panties.

“Tick, tock,” he croons.

Shifting onto my side, I don’t go under my underwear, but over them to feel the evidence of how my body betrays my brain. I know I shouldn’t, but I give just a little bit of pressure right over my clit and fucking moan against my closed lips.

“Your heart’s skipping. Tell me how wet my little slayer’s cunt is.”

I want to punch him so godsdamn hard for putting ‘my’ in front of that dumbass nickname. “Fuck you, Butcher.”

“Only when you beg for it. Now tell me, or remember, I’ll come in and find out. You invited me in earlier, remember?”