I can’t stop myself from wrapping my hand around her slender throat as she looks up at me, her mouth is open wide in a silent scream. Squeezing, I can feel her pulse speed up from beneath my thumb.
It dawns on me that I hold her life in my hands like this. I could easily end her by just applying a little more pressure.
“Are you going to kill me?” She asks, knowing where my mind has wandered.
“Should I?”
“At least let me come first if you do. I’m so close.”
I can feel the walls of her pussy tightening around me. The sensation is overwhelming.
“If I killed you, then who would take my come like a good little slut, huh? Look at you taking every inch of my cock, loving it, don’t you? Tell me, baby, I want to hear it. Are you my fucking slut?”
“Yes.”
“Say the words.”
“I’m your slut.”
“That’s right. You’re mine.”
My cum explodes out of my cock, filling her to the brim. She moans, shaking around me. Sweat slides down my back as I pump more and more into her. She’s a piece of heaven that I’ve stolen for myself and I’m her nightmare come to life.
My breathing steadies and I look down at her sweaty, gorgeous body, still notched inside her. The bleeding from the cut I made on her seems to have stopped, but the restraints around her hands look like they’re starting to cut off circulation.
“Let’s get those off you, shall we. Can you promise to behave?” She nods, and I oblige. Grabbing the knife from the bedside table, I slice the ropes I’d bound her wrists with. She immediately rubs her hands together, the blueish tint becoming pinker by the second.
We sit in silence for a moment, taking in what’s transpired between us.
“Can I… is it okay if I see behind the mask?”
Her question was inevitable, and one I hope to fuck she’s prepared to deal with. I nod and she tentatively reaches for my mask.
Here the fuck we go, I think as she yanks hard, revealing my face.
CHAPTER 17
HAZEL
27 YEARS OLD
My fingers griparound the pointed peaks on his skull mask and pull, revealing an all too familiar face.
Ice pulses in my veins and my stomach twists at the person staring back at me.” Ace?”
The scar is new, but those eyes, that smile.
My past collides with the present and I can feel my brain scrambling. The fear I felt before when I thought it was some crime obsessed stranger, has now doubled. Tripled. Fucking quadrupled, because now the threat of who he really is stands before me, and I run.
My legs and arms feel weak from being tied up and fucked so hard, but I have to get out of here. Only, I don’t know where to go.
“Hazel, wait!” He scrambles after me, slowing to grab his pants.
I close the door behind me, trapping his arm as he reaches for me. I barely stay out of his reach as I push the door against him. He only managed to pull his pants halfway up before chasing after me.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Tears stream down my face and his cum leaks down my thighs. My skin still stings from where he’s carved his mark into me.
“Don’t be like this, Hazel. Just, just let me talk to you.” The door digs into his flesh so hard that his arm almost looks broken from this angle. He presses hard against the door, moving it with how strong he is. I won’t be able to hold it for long. Looking around, I think I can make it to the kitchen. Maybe.
