“I told you,” I murmured, my lips grazing against the bloodied indent I had made. “no running. No escape. Only ruin.”
“Plea–” Her word was cut shut when I flipped her around, her world titling as she crashed onto the bed. The impact had her bouncing once, twice, her lilac skirt riding up, a careless thing bunched around her waist.
A scrap of lace was what remained between me and her, black and soaked through, betraying the hunger she wanted to protect.
I inhaled deeply, a slow predatory grin curling at my lips.
“I can smell your arousal,” I murmured, heat wrapping around my voice. “You’re wet, Elizabeth.”
My accusation slithered into her ears, thick with satisfaction, with hunger. And her eyes widened, streaked with shame, yet bleeding with lust.
Whether she accepted it or not, fought me until the very end, her body was already mine, even if it was just for the moment, until her last breath shuddered, until her vein fluttered in a final attempt at a pulse.
I climbed onto the bed after her, and she instinctively scrambled backward, retreating inch by inch as if there was anywhere in this house she could run to.
A slow, devious smile stretched across my lips as I reached for her. One sharp tug, and she was yanked forward, dragged beneath me with a startled gasp. My weight pressed her into the bed, my presence swallowing the space between us, until all she could see and feel was me.
“Running?” I murmured, brushing a finger down the side of her face with a deceptive softness. “Cute.”
A gasp broke out of her lips when my free hand pushed her thighs apart, wandering deeper until it was hovering just over her throbbing pussy.
“Don’t touch me,” she uttered, tears rolling down her cheeks, her chest heaving.
“But you’re aching for it.” My voice was low and taunting, curling around her like smoke.
Two fingers slipped between her thighs, sliding over the slick evidence of her betrayal, and a sharp breath shuddered from her lips. She didn’t want this. But truly, she did.
A whimper escaped her lips as I pushed in, fingers curling, dragging out a moan that she fought but failed to bite back.
“For someone so desperate to run from me, from this,” I murmured, watching her face twist in defiance. “You’re making a mess all over my fingers already.”
A hand flew to catch my wrist, to stop me, a futile attempt to regain a sliver of control. But her resistance sparked something sharp in my chest. I was in control. She didn’t get to stop me.
With one swift movement, I wrenched both her delicate wrists above her head, pinning them hard against the mattress.
“I could tie you up, you know,” I murmured. “Chain your ankles and wrists to the bed, keep you exactly where I fucking want you.” My fingers paused inside her. “Do you want that? To be tied up like a fucking offering?”
I saw it then; a look that flashed across her eyes at first, then settled there, unmoving.
It wasn’t resistance. It wasn’t conviction either. And it wasn’t fear. It was…acceptance, that point where one stopped fighting, either out of sheer foolishness or recognition of something inevitable.
She seemed to have sensed it too. Something buried deep inside her.
I pulled my fingers out and began to stroke her heat; teasing, relentless. Her back arched, lips trembling, but the words didn’t come out.
A strangled whisper broke from her lips as I pressed deeper, my fingers plunging into her tight, desperate cunt. Her thighsquivered, muscles tensing, betraying the pleasure winding through her body, the war in her mind long conquered.
“You don’t have to pretend with me, Elizabeth. Darkness recognises darkness. And darkness doesn’t judge.” I watched her body surrender, helpless against my touch, while my pace remained unrelenting. “Fear turns you on, doesn’t it?” I asked, a dark chuckle rumbling in my chest as she shuddered, her nails digging into her palm, struggling against the pleasure clawing up her spine. “It’s okay. Your fear turns me on too.”
“Oh–god.”
And just like that, she was breathless, ruined, her body arching helplessly into my touch.
I watched, enthralled by the way she was taking my fingers. Then I pumped harder inside her, while her pretty little moans dissolved into desperate cries for more.
My fingers curled against that perfect spot inside her, and she broke with a sharp cry, her entire body shuddering, thighs trembling as she drenched my fingers.
I grinned, slowly pulling out my fingers and raising them to her lips, smearing the evidence across her mouth.
