Page 95 of Slashers & Secrets


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She moans, unable to say a word.

Gripping my erection through my pants, I let out a growl. “You can’t lie to me, Lakyn. I know all your secrets.”

“You know nothing,” she grunts.

Pulling my pants down, I stare at my cock as it springs free. Needy, desperate for her wet cunt. I slap the tip against her ass. “I know everything, and I know I’m about to make you scream for your biggest secret yet.”

Pressing the tip of my cock to her wetness, I thrust forward, sinking into her with ease. Her fingers grip the metal bars on the boat, holding on for dear life as I push to the hilt.

“Who are you?” she whispers.

I hum. “Your very own nightmare.”

She moans as I pull out, sinking back in. With my knife to her abdomen, and my other hand on her shoulder, I take what I want.

I punish her.

I thrust into her so roughly the boat rocks, and her moans echo into the night air. My breaths grow rough beneath my mask, and hers are airy, desperate as she wishes for salvation.

I won’t give it to her. I want to break her. Obliterate her pussy.

Our sin slaps in the night air as I fuck her ruthlessly, demolishing her, taking, taking, taking as much as I can, until she’s weeping beneath me, crying for me to save her, when I only want to ruin her.

I press the knife into her skin, and I can feel as the first layer shreds.

“Please don’t kill me,” she whispers.

I smirk. “Your death isn’t the one I seek, baby Lake. I only want your screams. I want you frightened beneath me while I take every broken piece of your soul.”

She whimpers, and the walls of her cunt grip and pulsate around me. It lights a fire in my veins, and I can feel myself growing until my balls are heavy and my veins pump with a need to explode.

I lift the knife, grazing it along her cheek as I lean forward, my mask brushing her jawline. “Fucking come for me, Lakyn.”

She does on command, her pussy clenching me, gripping me so tightly my vision fades, before I release, emptying myself inside of her.

She screams, her back arching into me as need and desperation roll through her.

I take. I take. I take. I continue taking until she’s limp beneath me, limbless and spent.

I thrust into her a few more times, until I’m emptied, and her body jolts in depletion.

Pulling out, she lets out another whimper. And then she freezes, as if she just realized what it is she’s doing.

As if on cue, her phone starts ringing, and she pulls it from her sweatshirt pocket.

My brow lifts when I see Eloise’s name on the screen.

Her eyes widen, and she glances over her shoulder at me. Pulling her pants up with her free hand, she takes a step away from me.

“Lakyn.” Eloise’s voice is quiet, but I can make out her words.

“El. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I got home with my mom a little while ago. Can we meet tomorrow?”

Lakyn’s eyes lift to mine, and then drop again. “Oh, yeah. Of course. Where?”

“Just the girls. Maybe the treehouse?”

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