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He darts his eyes up to meet mine as he pushes apart my legs farther. “I told you, no one else gets you. They had to pay for their actions, as do you.” He leans forward and pulls my panties to the side with his teeth before returning and taking my pussy with his mouth. I cry out as his warm tongue circles my clit.
I should tell him to stop, Ineedto tell him to stop but his mouth is working miracles.
He runs his tongue back down through my slit and plunges inside my pussy, fingers tightening on my thighs. I moan and cry, writhing against his hold as he devours me. His nose brushes against my clit and I can feel my orgasm building inside.
No. You cannot come on the face of the man that just admitted to murdering two people in cold blood.
“Stop.” I beg, even as I push further against him. “Don’t. Please, stop.” I’m panting as the pressure continues to build. He ignores my pleas and continues his assault on my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to climax. “No!” I scream as I come. Tears pour down my face, my body jerking through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Even as I start to come down, Mick keeps his face buried in my pussy. Peppering kisses against my lips, lingering briefly on my clit before turning and biting the skin of my thigh. I gasp and try to pull away, more tears falling. He finally pulls back and sits up, licking his lips. “Hmm. Even more delicious than I imagined.” He takes in my tear-streaked face and leans forward, hovering dangerously close, only a few inches separating our lips now. “I’m already addicted to you.” He leans forward to kiss me and I jerk my head to the side so his lips land on my cheek instead.
With a sound of angry frustration, he yanks my face back and forcefully presses his lips against mine. His tongue darts out and pries apart my lips so he can devour my mouth with as much ferocity as he did my pussy. His kiss is hungry, demanding and claiming. I fight against him as hard as I am fighting against myself.
After several long moments, he releases me and backs up so he is sitting between my legs. I pull my arms again, knowing it’s useless but I need to do something. I need to keep reminding myself that I am in danger and I can’t give into my body’s demands to beg Mick to fuck me. The sting of rope rubbing against my raw skin brings back enough clarity to fight the urge and bite down on my tongue.
Undeterred by my escape attempts, he reaches behind him and grabs hold of the knife again. I watch in horror as he brings the blade down to my skin, pressing lightly. I lock my muscles and remain as still as possible while he glides the blade across my exposed legs. His hand slides up slowly until the tip of the knife slips under the side of my thong. With a flick of his wrist, he slices through the thin material on one side and moves the blade across my skin over to the other side, cutting it as well. Mick tears the destroyed fabric from me and shoves them into his pocket with a wicked smile.
I’m frozen, watching and silently begging him to stop. He doesn’t.
Pushing up my shirt, he exposes my bra before continuing his slow ascent. He circles the knife tip along my belly button then moves farther upward. Reaching my chest, he angles the blade under the center of my bra and slices it apart. My heavy breaths push the cups off, exposing most of my breasts. Still not enough for him, Mick uses his other hand to free both fully from the padding.
He stares down at me, a look of adoration and wonder on his face. He gently massages one of my breasts while moving the blade to my other. Circling my nipple with the sharp point, he adjusts his wrist and pushes the flat side of the knife against my aching nipple. Pressing down firmly with the blade, he pinches the other between his fingers and I moan, fighting against the urge to arch into the sensation. Heat floods me again and the ache between my legs demands attention.
Mick focuses on my chest, lightly rolling the nipple between his fingers before leaning forward and replacing them with his mouth. Groaning, my hips lift in desperate search of relief. He slides his now free hand down my side, gripping my hip roughly and pressing down harder with the knife still on my breast. I make a noise of pleasure, pain, and need as I press my head back into the bed. He squeezes my hip and then moves his hand again, gliding across my stomach, moving down until I feel his fingers slip between my thighs. I cry out in relief when he begins circling my clit, causing a groan of approval to leave him.
He sucks on my nipple and pushes two fingers inside of me. I arch into his touch and gasp as I feel a sharp pain on my chest. Quickly lifting my head, I glance down to see the knife has penetrated my skin, small trails of blood leaking down each side of the sharp blade. I look over and see Mick’s attention also on the knife with a look I can’t decipher. When he gazes up at me, I whimper as I realize the look in his eyes is past hunger.
He’s ravenous. And now that he’s caught the scent of my blood, he wants more.
Gently removing the blade from my skin, he pulls his fingers from my pussy. Shifting, he lowers his mouth over my injured breast at the same time he shoves his fingers back inside of me. I scream and lift up from the bed. He doesn’t stop. His tongue lapping at my bleeding nipple and fingers fucking me, hitting a spot inside that’s causing stars to fill my vision.
Just as I think I’m going to pass out, his thumb presses against my clit and I explode. My mouth falls open in a silent scream, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure overwhelm me.
Mick pulls his fingers from me with a loud squishing noise that makes me cringe. Pressing a kiss to my injury, he leans back again before slipping his fingers into his mouth. Eyes locked on mine, he sucks my arousal off his fingers and groans.
I start to pant.
Fuck. Why is that so hot?
Groaning again, he pulls his fingers from his mouth and adjusts his cock. I had been too focused on everything else before to notice the stiff peak in his sweatpants. I notice now, and I really notice becauseholy shit,it’s massive.
Lifting my eyes, I find Mick smirking back at me and feel my face flush from embarrassment. Shifting once more, he kneels between my legs. “I want to fuck you so badly Paige.” His voice is strained, eyes zeroed in on my dripping pussy. “I want to claim you with my cock. Mark you on the inside.” Running a hand down his face, he lets out a pained sigh.
I’m caught between the intense desire for him and the rational part of me that knows this has already gone too far and I need to find a way to stop it. Mick appears to be having his own internal war as he fiddles with the knife still in his other hand.
That voice in my head continues screaming at me to get away, reminding me of the danger I’m in.
It’s not like I can do anything to stop it. I’m literally tied up.
I pull against the rope again to accentuate the thought. The voice doesn’t let up, continuing its assault on my brain.
Great, I’ve lost it. I’m literally arguing with myself while a man is staring at my pussy. I’m dreaming, right? Maybe this is what an acid trip is like. Did I take drugs and not realize it? Huh, that would make more sense thanthis. Okay, think. What will get me to wake up? I can’t pinch myself. Screaming obviously didn’t help. Umm, maybe if I just tell myself to wake up? Okay. Wake up. WAKE up. WAKE UP.
I don’t realize I’m yelling until I feel a hand clamp down on my mouth.
“I would appreciate you not screaming, little bird.” Mick pauses and chuckles. “Well, not like that.” He peers down at me, stroking my cheek. “You’re not asleep. There’s nothing to wake up from.” Tears fill my eyes as I look up at him, reality crashing into me again. “Shh. It’s okay. I'll take care of you.” Stroking my cheek one more time, he shifts back and grasps the end of the knife blade, releasing the handle. I watch in horror as he reaches up and begins pushing the hilt inside of me. “There you go. Take my knife like a good girl.” Groaning, he works the knife in and out of my pussy, holding tightly to the blade.
I gasp as I feel each inch of the cold, hard material sliding inside of me. My walls clench around the intrusion, the feeling of arousal heightened by fear, knowing the smallest slip of his hand will cut into my sensitive flesh. My breast pulses, a reminder of the real possibility that poses.
