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Maybe what happened in your dream will happen in real life. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
His eyes, dark and smoldering, held a weight of promise that left me both curious and exceedingly wary. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I couldn’t deny that I was willingly following him into the shadows of the unknown. That being said, somewhere deep down, I knew I was safe.
His strength, both physical and emotional, offered a sanctuary that I hadn’t known I needed, and for the moment, I was willing to overlook the darker truths for the security he provided.
He might have killed my attacker, but he would never hurt me, not like that.
Without warning, his fingers curled around the hem of my panties, and he tore them right off, the delicate fabric catching the folds of my pussy. A quick flash of pain lanced through my sensitive flesh, and I cried out, much louder this time. My thighs tensed, pressing together as if that would alleviate the pain, but it did nothing. Slowly, I let out a soft, whimpering breath as the stinging ache faded, and I slumped forward the tiniest bit.
His devious smirk grew even larger as he leaned in towards me, his breath hot on my thigh. Pain and desire warred within me, and I no longer knew which one was going to win out.
“You can scream as loud as you want, little one. No one is going to come and save you,” he warned.
He was right. There was no one coming to save me from him, especially not here, and the reality of that knowledge ignited a fierce conflict within me. Desire and fear waged a relentless war, each vying for dominance over my mind. I had bitten off more than I could chew, yet even as trepidation gnawed at my resolve, an insatiable curiosity compelled me to continue down this perilous path, no matter where it led.
“Do your worst,” I challenged him, and his savage grin grew that much wider.
I drew upon a hidden well of inner strength, determined to face whatever he might throw my way, whether he brought pleasure or pain. In that moment, I depended on a reservoir of courage I hadn’t even known existed.
I couldn’t have prepared for what came next. He’d even warned me, and still I wasn’t ready.
He tilted his head up and kissed the top of my mound with exceeding gentleness, right before he took the lips of my pussy in between his lips and bit them.
I screamed, the pain lancing through me with fiercely savage abandon. I tried to push his head away, but that only made him latch on that much tighter and bite me harder. The fiery agony radiated through my pussy, making my inner walls flutter at the same time that I struggled before him.
My screams reverberated off the brick wall surrounding me, and he did nothing to stop me. He simply let me scream. Just like he’d said, there was no one that came. In this area of town, people ran away from danger, not toward it.
My pussy clenched down hard as his hands wound around my waist, pinning me against the wall so I couldn’t escape. Burning agony seared across the folds of my pussy, and when he finally let go, my body pitched forward as a secondary wave of pain followed. The agony crested and ebbed away, leaving my sensitive folds feeling more than a little achy.
He stood up and reached for my top, tearing through it in a matter of seconds like it was nothing more than a sheet of paper. His body caged me against the wall as he ripped it to shreds. I yelped when the fabric gave way, feeling the breeze of night against every inch of my exposed skin.
He pressed a single finger beneath the front clasp of my bra, and I shivered, waiting for the inevitable. With a casual smirk, he flicked his finger upward and unsnapped my bra with ease. The cups popped open, and my breasts jostled, no longer supported. They felt extremely heavy with desire, the hard points of my nipples giving everything away.
I chewed my lower lip and met his heated gaze. He stared into my eyes for a long moment before he looked down.
“You’re so much prettier up close like this, afraid and aroused, little one,” he murmured, and the building pressure in my core almost boiled over.
His fingers reached up to take my left breast in his palm. Gently, he took my nipple in between his thumb and his pointer finger, rolling it back and forth and sending fiery tendrils of desire straight down to my core.
My pussy still ached from the bite of his teeth, but the pain had been quickly replaced with fervent need. The residual sting only added to my desire, making it spiral up into the clouds.
He continued rolling my nipple in his fingers before he replaced it with his mouth. His kisses were gentle at first, but then they turned rougher, causing little blossoms of pain to radiate off my breast.
I should have taken heed of his warning. Instead, I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of his mouth on me. Arching into him, I moaned.
Then he bit down, and in an instant, my world of pleasure exploded with pain. Agony radiated in tight circles across my breast, all centering around my tortured nipple. Caught in his teeth, my erect bud only grew harder and more sensitive. I screamed again, and he bit down harder, until at long last, he released my nipple and took the other into his fingers.
The second wave of pain rolled through me, and I snapped my eyes shut, arching up on my toes and trying to take it while also feeling like I was going to fall apart at any given moment. My clit pulsed hard, and I whimpered as he rolled my right nipple in between his fingers.
I knew he was going to bite me again, and deep down, a part of me wanted him to.
“Kane, please,” I begged.
He was silent as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing me gently. Only this time, I knew what was coming. My body trembled, as though I knew a predator was lying in wait to pounce on me at any given moment.
And he did.
When his teeth clamped down on my right nipple, I was fully prepared for it, yet the pain still caught me by surprise. I rose up onto my toes, trying to pull away and escape his bite. Pain surged up and down my spine, cascading over my breasts and settling down in the depths of my core.
