“Sam is dead.” He brandishes a knife and presses the tip into my left ear, but not enough to draw blood. “You killed him.”
My blood turns to ice in my veins. “Please, no, no, no.” I try to turn my head away, but his steel fingers clamp onto my jaw, holding me prisoner.
“What will you give me in return?”
“A-anything y-you w-want.” I heave out each word between short inhalations.
Sandman deftly slashes the blade through my cotton bra, and warm air hits my bare chest as the fabric falls away. I cry out but keep my arms motionless at my sides, though my knee-jerk reaction is to fight. But fighting is suicide. He’s bigger and stronger than me, probably faster too. I have to be smart about this. Compliance is all I have left.
“Sweet, sweet Zilphia,” he murmurs, his voice dark and full of hate.
I whimper, feeling the knife’s honed edge pierce between my breasts and continue downward, creating a thin red line to my belly button.
“Hurting you makes my dick rock-hard,” Sandman groans,grinding his heavy erection into me. “Has anyone had you? Or is that pussy untouched?”
“Un-untouched,” I stammer.
“All mine,” he declares, reverently licking the blade clean. “Fear… nothing tastes more decadent than fear.”
Acid churns in my stomach and climbs up my throat, making it harder to breathe. I’m at the mercy of a monster. I thought being mauled to death would be a cruel fate, but he’s far worse. His eyes are blue glaciers of hate. The lines on his handsome face, once soft and welcoming, are now rigid and drawn. The kind-hearted boy I once knew is well and truly gone. He drops the knife in the sheath at his hip.
“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper, my vision blurry with tears.
The monster smirks. “Not yet.”
He dips his head, his mouth closing around one nipple while his rough hand punishes the other—pinching, twisting, yanking until I’m shaking from the pain. I squeeze my hands into fists, letting him have his way. Then, without warning, he savagely sinks his teeth into the rigid peak.
“Please stop,” I beg, struggling to pull oxygen into my burning lungs.
The monster sinks to his knees and yanks my denim skirt up.
My eyes widen. “What are you doing? Please don’t.”
His fervent blue gaze holds me captive as he slowly drags my panties to my thighs. Then, using his thumbs, he spreads my pussy lips open.
“So pretty,” he murmurs as his thumb circles my clit. “The things I’m going to do to you would make the devil blush.”
An involuntary moan escapes my lips.No. I don’t want this, not from him. I focus on the long cut marring my torso, the red stark against my brown skin, reminding myself that he is a monster and my body shouldn’t react to him. But it’s a battle I’m quickly losing.
Sandman nestles his face between my thighs, languidlystroking his tongue over my clit. He takes his time, sipping and slurping my swollen clit.
Left to right, up and down, his tongue thoroughly explores my pussy. A warm spark flares to life in the pit of my stomach, then grows to a raging firestorm. I erupt, mentally disintegrating into a million tiny particles, reforming, then bursting apart again. My saturated walls pulsate and spasm uncontrollably, violently clenching my lower abdomen. It’s white hot… the sweetest, cruelest encompassing torture imaginable.
I grasp his shoulders, my head dropping back against the tree. My eyelids flutter closed, mind rebelling, praying for this nightmare to end… hating that my body yields to his pleasure.
His hands slip over my hips and around my ass, his fingers meeting at my rimmed entrance, lightly fondling the tight ring.
“Untouched here too?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’ll take this first,” he rumbles thickly. “Your pain will be so delicious, sweet Zilphia.”
Blinding pain sears through me as his teeth dig into my clit. It hurts so bad, my entire body shudders, every nerve ending wailing in protest. I try to scream, but I can’t; my chest is too tight.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I sob hysterically, snot trickling into my mouth. “Please stop.”
He releases my clit and unfolds to his imposing height, seizing my throat in a crushing hold.
