“Yes,” I whisper, arching my back for him.
But he pulls out. His hands grip my hips as he turns me around.
“I will delete every trace of innocence,” he says with a low chuckle. “Until you are my little slut.”
He slaps my ass, lifting my hips before driving his cock back into my inner flesh.
He leans over my back, one hand gripping my neck as he lifts my head, forcing my spine to arch. His other hand twists into my hair, yanking my head up as he pounds into me, hard and relentlessly. My body rocks with every thrust, my ass slapping against his skin as he takes me from behind.
I moan. “Fuck.” The word breaks from me as I feel every single inch inside.
He thrusts faster. My moans spill out one after another until I reach the edge, until I know I can’t take any more. My breasts bounce with every move he makes. My ass absorbs every impact as it slaps against his skin. My breath comes in broken gasps under his tight grip, and my pussy tightens around him, squeezing, clenching, until my clit betrays me and I come again.
My knee buckles, and I collapse, but he doesn’t stop. His hand leaves my hair only to lift me back up, as he keeps thrusting inside me.
I feel his cock grow wider, his warmth filling me. He keeps moving, slower now, drawing it out until he finally stills and groans.
“Fuuuck.You feel so good.”
He spanks my ass once more before pulling out. I fall onto the sheets, my body trembling with aftershocks, my inner flesh still aching with the memory of his nine-inch cock.
He sits down with his back to mine while I lie on my stomach, my pulse still racing.
“You know this isn’t real, right?” he says, breathless.
A tear slips down my cheek. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Just a dream.”
I feel him standing. My eyes close as I speak again, my voice dropping lower. “And if it isn’t… are you going to kill me?”
Silence.
This isn’t something to talk about after sex, but it’sjusta dream.Mydream.
“Do you want me to?”
“I don’t know,” I say, and something inside me shuts down.
I feel the mattress dip as he leaves, then returns. He pulls me back against him. My body presses into his skin, his head settling against my neck.
“I had a chance to kill you thirty-two times,” he says quietly. “And every time I failed, I killed someone else instead.”
My heart pounds faster, my eyes burning. “And the other thirty?”
He chuckles. The sound breaks into laughter. “I had to practice.”
I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me—his arm slides between my chest and jaw, pressing against my neck.
I tap twice, my voice breaking between gasps. “I… can’t… breathe.”
“Shhh,” he whispers. “Sleep.”
My eyes begin to close. The last thing I hear is his voice.
“The only reason you lasted longer is because you begged to die. The others begged for life.”
TWELVE
Emily
