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My fingers strangle the fabric of my sheets underneath my comforter as he pulls it down, revealing my stiffened legs, my cream-colored panties that cover my heated sex. I didn’t even put on pants before I went to bed, too exhausted after seeing my best friend in the hospital today that I didn’t have the energy to even exist. I just crawled under my blankets, falling asleep instantly.
And now I’m here, quivering beneath a monster, the mask with a mist of blood against the white exterior, the eerie face staring down at me as he pulls the comforter to my ankles.
I listen as he blows out a breath under his mask, his hood-covered head turned directly between my thighs.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper, pressing my thighs together. “I promise I won’t tell anyone you were here… just…go,” I urge, desperate to survive.
How far will I go to fulfill that desperation?
“You won’t speak a word about this to anyone, Lakyn,” he grunts, gripping the knife tightly as he drags the blade up my inner thigh, scraping against my skin.
I narrow my eyes. “I’ll tell the world. The moment I find out who you are, I’ll tell the fucking world.”
His body stiffens, and I swallow audibly, and then he snaps, pouncing onto the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress on each side of my thighs. “I’ll cut your tongue out of your mouth before you have the chance,” he growls.
Shifting lower, he glances at my folds, visible through my damp panties. “Will you tell the world that your cunt grew wet for a murderer? I can smell your sweet scent as it fills the room. I wonder what it is that turns you on. Is it the danger? The fear roaring through your blood?” He drops his knife to below my belly button, skating against the sensitive skin above my panty line. “Or maybe it’s the possibility of me taking what I want from you, and you liking every second of it,” he whispers, flicking his knife, and the edge scrapes against the skin, blood trickling from the cut.
I let out a whimper, wanting to shove him away, but too afraid to move. Too aroused to move.
He tilts his head toward the ceiling, his chest rising as he takes a large breath. I shiver, shocked at my own desire. I never anticipated this moment, never would’ve believed I’d be wet underneath a killer, not even knowing who he is.
Who is he?
“Who are you?” I whisper.
He chuckles out a breath, sliding down my body, though he doesn’t say a word, his knife smearing the blood droplets across my skin. My mouth opens on a gasp as he slips the blade beneath my panties, and I can hear the scrape as he moves to my hip, dragging along the waistband.
Rip.
He slides the blade right through the thin material, and I let out another gasp as it falls away from my hip. The cool air kisses my naked sex, and I want to bring my hand down to cover myself, but the way he looks at me stops the thought.
How he makes me feel… it’s like he wants to do more than just murder me.
He wants to devour me.
I swallow down a groan as I press my knees together, watching the masked man with wide eyes, his face tilted down at my bared body.
“Mmmm,” he hums, the blade swiping across my folds. He pulls it away, and I can see my arousal on the blade, glistening bright in the moonlight that filters through my window.
“Please don’t kill me,” I whimper, a dark part of me wanting to slip into whatever depths he’s dragging me to.
He grips my knee with his gloved finger, tearing my legs apart.
“You can’t deny how badly you want to fall headfirst into the danger. Your legs quake with need. Your cunt glistens with your desperation. I bet if I dipped my fingers into your chest, I’d feel your wild heartbeat, vicious and wanting for me. The man in the mask. The question is, do you want my cock between your legs, or my knife to slice you open?”
He hums as he slides the knife to the inside of my thighs, spreading around the remnants of my blood. “Tell me, baby Lake, would you like to play a game with me?”
My eyes widen, and I recall the other night, when my game went wrong, and my friend ended up hurt. Badly.
Fight-or-flight hits, and I roll onto my side, kicking him in the knee. He bends down, his hand slapping to the ache, stumbling back a second. I use the moment to my advantage, and I slip off my bed, racing toward the door, but then his body comes down on mine. My stomach slams against my rug, and I let out a squeak as his gloved hand covers my lips.
His black pants rub against my bare ass, and he grinds into me. I let out a shaky breath, breathing heavily against his gloved palm.
“You like being scared,” he says with certainty, the dark voice growling, monotonous, and I squeeze my thighs together in response. “I wonder if you taste as good as your fear does.”
He slips down my body, his hand going around my shredded panties, which he drags down my thighs. I let out a whimper as the soft fabric passes my ankles.
He lifts off my body, and I gasp in a breath, before I can smell my own arousal as he lifts my panties in front of my face. Without warning, he pushes them between my lips, holding on to each side of the panties as they stretch in my mouth. He pulls, my head tugging back as he uses them as reins, gagging me. My tongue presses against the damp fabric, and I can taste myself, a little sweet, as it hits my tongue.
