Darkness swallows me.
I come to, gasping, arms stretched overhead, wrists burning. My feet barely graze the floor. Ropes bite into my skin. My legs wobble uselessly beneath me.
He stands in front of me, massive.
A fucking monster. All black—shirt, jeans, boots. Built like a god of death. The fucking devil.
“What the fuck do you want from me? You get off on stalking women now?”
He tilts his head, pulls a knife from his back pocket, and flicks it open.
“You’re a fucking liability. And I clean up liabilities.”
My stomach flips. Not from fear. From rage.
“Then fucking do it,” I snap. “Slit my throat and be done with it, you goddamn coward.”
He smirks and steps in close.
The blade glides along my collarbone, then down. He drags it under my shirt, slicing the fabric clean open. My skin prickles as cold air meets flesh.
“You should be grateful,” he murmurs. “Most people die before they ever feel me touch them.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
He chuckles before he cuts the last shreds of my tank top, then moves to my jeans. I twist and kick, but he roughly grips my ankle. The blade nicks my thigh. I hiss as blood wells up. He smears it with his thumb and licks it from his hand.
“You taste like a fucking problem.”
“And you smell like a walking STD.”
He grabs my face. Forces my gaze to his.
“I should carve your tongue out.”
“Do it,” I bite back. “Then you don’t have to listen to all the ways I think you’re a pathetic waste of air.”
His eyes flare as his hand wraps around my throat again, squeezing—hard.
Then his other hand dips between my legs. Rips what’s left of my underwear off with one violent tug. I thrash, screaming, but there’s nowhere to go.
He roughly shoves two fingers in me.
I cry out.
His grin widens.
“You’re so tight.”
He steps back for half a second, pulling out his thick, veiny cock. He fists it slowly, lining it up with my body. His eyes drop.
“So fucking small,” he murmurs, darkly fascinated. “Barely a hundred pounds of attitude. You feel this?” His cock presses against my belly. “You’re gonna break, kitten.”
I spit in his stupid face.
He doesn’t even blink. Just spits right back, the hot mess hitting my lips and chin.
“That’s it. Swallow it. You love when I make you filthy.” His voice is a low growl in my ear. “Your body’s already giving you away.”
