“Did you know you made me chase you for over two hours? Such a long time to hide from me. I bet your little heart was just beatin’ so frantically. I wonder if it is now.” His heavy boots clunk against the wood as he steps onto the frame and climbs on top of me. His ragged and torn outfit is rough against my skin as he slides against me, resting his ass against my groin.
I groan involuntarily at the contact, having never felt anything like it before, and Static chuckles darkly. He then lifts his arm and slowly pulls his glove off his hand. I watch his long fingers come into view, and my already pounding heart kicks up in speed as it slowly moves toward my throat.
“Ahh,” he sighs heavily when he presses his fingers against my pulse point. “That’s exactly what I want. Such a good boy.”
I swallow thickly and turn my head to the side, baring my neck to him even more, giving him all the access he could need.
“Oh. Now, that’s even better. What a sweet treat you are,” he purrs as he drags his long fingers along the slope of my neck, before circling it and squeezing, but not tight enough to cut off air.
“Static,” I wheeze, and his white eyesdance.
“Say it again.”
“S-Static.” My tongue flicks out to wet my bottom lip, and the next thing I know, sharp teeth are sinking into my flesh and a tongue is invading my mouth. I let out a surprised gasp at his taste, but then, I melt into it because he tastes and feels so good, and how can that be wrong when it feels so right?
“That’s it, treat.Mmm,so good.” His fake, sharp teeth nip at me, and I hiss at the pain. This kiss feels so different compared to the kiss at the club but no less consuming or powerful.
I sink into the bedframe as Static devours me, and I melt into him, fear only an inkling in the back of my mind. Only because I know this man has the power to hurt me—physically, emotionally. In every way.
And I think I’d let him if that’s what he wanted.
And it’s that power that’s the most terrifying thing of all.
“So good, darlin’. Fuck,” he rasps against my swollen, spit-soaked lips. I stick my tongue out and taste the faintest traces of copper, and my dick twitches in my boxers.
“I felt that,” he murmurs before swiping his tongue along my face.
“Oh,” I gasp, back arching against the frame.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he growls in my face, and then, the next thing I know, he’s shoving off me, leaving me cold and bereft. I shiver against the stark change in temperature as Static moves across the room. I try to reach out to him, but when my arms don’t move, I grunt in frustration.
Damn ropes.
The lights are still flashing, distorting his every step, and with each blink, he’s in a different spot in the room.
A foot in front of me, three feet away.
At the foot of the bed, right beside me.
My breathing picks up speed because with each passingsecond, I never know where he’s going to be. And I want to close my eyes, but it’s almost more terrifying to do that…
But maybe I should.
I let my eyelids fall closed just as the heavy thud of Static’s boot creaks across the old flooring.
“Too scared to look at me, little mouse?”
“No,” I breathe. I can feel his breath right next to me. He smells of something dark and citrusy. It makes me shiver.
“Then open your fuckin’ eyes.”
I do.
And wish I didn’t.
Because I see his axe—and it’s being held suspended above my head.
The very same axe that tore through the door keeping me hidden from him—proving that nothing will keep us separated.
