Page 97 of The Monster and the Masochist

“Yes, Theodora. This is a fake marriage.” Cassandra was hissing in my ear. Her nails dug into my throat, and my pupils literally vibrated. My whole body turned to goosebumps as her hot breath skated over my ear, and heat pooled between my thighs without my permission.

My cheek was throbbing from the force of the slap, and I wasn’t getting enough oxygen from how hard she was pressing on my throat.

I was a trained fighter; if I wanted to get out of this, I could. But my body wouldn’t let me.

It was like she’d mollified me.

I was basically a kitten being held by the scruff of the neck, and my hands hung loose and useless by my sides as she continued to pin me down and growl in my ear.

“It has to be fake, Theodora, because if it was real, do you know how fucked you would be?”

I couldn’t move. My head was swimming with the soft, dangerous roll of her voice, and my heart was slamming so hard in my chest I was surprised it hadn’t burst right through my ribs.

Jesus Christ, what was this woman doing to me?

“Do you have any idea how many people I’ve thought of killing over the years, Theodora?”

I shook my head as much as my body would allow, and she let out a deliciously terrifying laugh.

“I’ve probably planned someone’s murder at least once a day since I slit my mother’s throat.”

As if to punctuate that thought, she pressed harder on my neck, and I whimpered helplessly like the pathetic little masochist I was.

“It’s a constant battle. I nearly fucking killed Nolan today. All I could think about was how pretty his blood would look spilling across my white tile floor.”

Oh my god…

My clit was on fire.

Why was that so hot?

What was wrong with me that this whole situation was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me?

I squirmed, and Cass let out another dark chuckle. She dragged her hot, wet tongue up the side of my neck, then bit down sharply on my lobe.

I moaned as she licked it better before pressing her lips close and continuing her fucked up confession directly into my ear.

“What do you think will happen to you, Theodora, if I let myself truly have you?”

I shuddered in a confusing mix of terror and arousal as she peeled her hand away from my throat, only to sink her index and middle finger directly into my mouth.

“Mmmphhh!” I sputtered in surprise as she shoved her fingers down my throat.

She ignored me as I struggled to adjust to the intrusion, and I choked as she pressed her hand deeper.

“Suck,” she ordered, and I couldn’t do anything but obey. Desperately, I licked and sucked on her fingers while she watched me with that cold, terrifyingly detached look on her face.

When she was satisfied, she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and shamelessly slipped her hand down the front of my shorts.

Oh fuck!

Real panic tore through me as she made contact with my clit, but even in her rage, she seemed to remember the limits I’d laid out the night before, and I immediately relaxed when it became clear she wasn’t going to take it any further.

With just the pads of her index and middle fingers, she began to rub me in firm circles, making sure not to scrape me with her long nails as she worked.

“Shit…” I cursed as my body lit up from within. The burning rush of pleasure increased with each swipe of her fingers, and soon I was a panting mess. She wasn’t pinning me to the wall anymore, but I was grateful to have it for support, as my entire body felt like it was made of gelatin.

“If I let my monster have you, Theodora, what do you think will happen if you ever try to leave?”