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“I—I don’t know...”
In an instant, I know I’ve fucked up. The tip of his blade meets my neck, nipping my flesh and causing me to gasp.
“No fucking lies. You know I hate them.”
I nod. “I’m sorry.”
He smirks, and I know what his words are going to be. “Are you?”
“It’s what I want,” I admit.
“Why?” he asks.
“Something about the danger you pose, paired with the safety I feel with you. I don’t know... It makes me feel—”
“Powerful,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing my lips lightly.
“Yes, powerful. I wanted to try. Ever since the night you said it...it stuck with me.”
Something crosses his face, and he gets off the bed. My mind races with confusion, trying to discern if I’ve upset him by asking for it, by admitting my thoughts.
“Run,” he says.
I slip out of bed. “What?”
“Run from me, little one. Don’t let me catch you. If I do, you’ll fucking regret it,” he snarls, knife pointed toward the door.
It’s much like the night he didn’t trust himself not to touch me. The night he held my throat in this very room and looked at me like I was a fucking priceless treasure.
Laughing, I bolt from the room, body moving as I move through my house, completely nude and unabashed. The day had taken such a strange turn, me ending up in a warehouse with my stalker and my attacker. Now, it seems it’s time to let it go and have fun. Fuck if I don’t deserve it.
I skid to a stop in the living room, knowing right where to go. The closet closes lightly as I slip into the small crawlspace, knowing I’ll only stay here long enough to taunt the fuck out of him.
His footfalls are loud, and floorboards creak as he looks for me.
“Carina! You’d better be hidden well. The things I’ll do to that body if I find it. I can’t be held accountable. I’m a dangerous man, after all.”
I cover my mouth as I giggle.
Thinking only twice about it, I reach down and open the small door so when he sees it open, he’ll be able to crawl in, and then I move through the dark hidden hallway, pressing up against the wall in the shadows.
“Now, what do we have here,” he says, as I hear him clamber through the small opening.
It’s hard work to keep silent.
My body is throbbing, begging to be touched. It seems at some point in my life, I’d become something of an adrenaline junkie. Every time he’s near me, the excitement is more than tangible. Breaths come in waves as his movement draws closer.
“Is that you, my little Carina?” he asks, and my pulse batters my throat as my pussy tightens in waves in anticipation of what he’ll do when he finds me.
A small part of me wonders if there was truth in his threat.
A pinch crosses my throat, and I drop my head back, letting go of the breaths I’d been scaling back the best I could.
“There you are, sweet girl,” he says, and my chest floods with blooming feelings. So many. Too many to unpack at this moment. Something about him makes me feel again. Feel more than fear. It’s been so long since fear wasn’t something that was ever present.
“Here I am, my voyeur,” I whisper as he presses his blade in, my skin screaming at me to push him off. But as the pricking melds with the drumming of my pulse, my pussy convulses in foreshadowing of events to come.
“You didn’t hide very well. It’s like you wanted to be found,” he assesses.
