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“You.” he rasps, his voice thick with an accent. I can’t make it out right at that moment. My attention is solely focused on what he just confessed.
“Me?” The word trembles off my lips.
He nods and then says, “I want you broken, crying, tears running down your face, while your fear fills my lungs, threatening to suffocate me. I want to drown in you because knowing you’re afraid of me is like stepping on a live wire. It makes me whole. Without it, I don’t exist.”
“I-I…” I don’t know what to say or even how to react. It’s fucked up and wrong, and I need to escape him, but I know if I try to run, it will only feed into his twisted fantasy even more.
“Run, and I will grab you, pin you to the dirty ground, and fuck your tight cunt until you’re gushing around my cock, begging for me to stop fucking you while loving the release I give you all at the same time.”
I must be fucked up because my nipples pebble at his admission. I don’t know this man, and the fear churning in my gut tells me I am afraid, but I’m also slightly aroused, which confuses the hell out of me.
As if the bastard knows this, he leans into my face, and I swear I can feel his hot breath on my cheeks. “You want to do it, don’t you, topolina?” The pet name doesn’t go unnoticed and sparks a memory in my mind that I refuse to grasp onto. “Go ahead, run. See what happens. If you don’t believe me, then surely you have nothing to worry about.”
My insides twist, fire igniting in my gut. I clench my hands into tight fists, my feet ready to carry me forward when he speaks once more.
“There’s another way, bellissima. That doesn’t involve me sinking deep inside you and ruining you for any other man on this planet.”
Beautiful. He just called me beautiful. I’m not sure how I know this, but I do, and I can’t believe I’m even considering what this man is saying right now. I should scream, yell for help, or try to run, but I know deep down that I wouldn’t get away.
I wouldn’t escape, and I would only make matters worse for myself. There isn’t a single bone in my body that doesn’t believe every word he’s said.
“What?” I ask, my voice low and meek. I swear he’s smiling at me through the black mask, even though I can’t see his lips.
“Be a good little ragazza and get on your knees for me. I want you to take my cock into your warm mouth and watch as you gag on my length, trying to breathe while I steal the air from your lungs with every shove inside your mouth, all while I lick the salty tears that slide down your cheeks.”
As fucked up as it is, my core tightens at his words, and I find my body reacting before I can fully think the situation through. What kind of person am I? What is wrong with me? That’s all I can think as the hard ground connects with my knees.
“Bella choice.” He growls in broken English while he reaches for the belt on his pants. I can’t tell you how many seconds pass, but it isn’t long before he’s got his jeans pushed down his muscular thighs and the mushroom head of his cock pressed against my lips. My entire body trembles, and I rest my hands on my thighs, needing something to hold. This ain’t my first blow job, but it is my first time doing something with a stranger, much less a man who’s been following me and has admitted that he wants to hurt me. I’m either insanely stupid or smart enough to get out of this alive.
“Open for me,” he orders, his voice harsh.
I peer up at him and part my lips to take his cock into my mouth. He presses forward an inch, and the air surrounding us becomes charged. I can feel the shift in energy almost instantly, and before I can even gasp, his hands tangle in the strands of my hair. My scalp burns, and I let out a soft cry of pain as he tugs my head all the way back, making my neck ache. “If you bite me or even consider hurting me, I will hurt you in unimaginable ways. Do you understand?”
All I can do is nod. My entire body lit up with fear while a small niggling of arousal builds. “Open that pretty little mouth for me again,” he demands, and I open my mouth in an instant.
With his hold on my hair still tight, I can’t move. I’m a victim to his rage, madness, a puppet he controls.
“You’re going to look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed inside your throat.”
