My hands move slowly against the fabric of his clothes of their own accord until I’m fisting his sweatpants. “Zain, you have to let me go,” I whisper, screwing my eyes shut, hoping if I block him out, my sanity will return to me. I’m helpless against him.
His hands drop from my arms. His voice comes out raspy, as if he’s struggling with restraint. “Never.”
She’s hesitant and fearful, but I taste her arousal on my tongue. She’s second-guessing her entire existence from a simple touch. Was too easy. I’ll shatter her world with the touch of my hands over her body. Gonna teach her what pleasure feels like, just to take it away. Right now, I’m her savior in a world of chaos. Poor thing was never cut out for this life. I’m selfish—I’ll take until she’s left with nothing. I should feel sorry for her, but all I feel is the need to mold her tomyideals. The world is a cruel place, and my poor songbird ran into the arms of a psychopath.
Thought I’d have the patience to fuck her as my final hurrah, but why not indulge in a little pleasure to pass the time? Don’t gotta fuck her to silence the demons. Using her body would suffice. Might push that envelope and indulge becausefuck, why the hell not? She’s mine to ruin. Mine to break. Mine to use and discard.
Touch her. Mark her. Own her. Taste her.
I take a measured breath to silence my demons.
My mind drifts to how her blood tastes on my tongue. Is she sweet? Is she salty?
Fuck, I just wanna mark her skin and watch her come. My demons bubble to the surface, ready to act on my crazy cynical impulses thatdrive me to madness. Before I can, I twist her body around to face me and steal a bruising kiss from her salty lips.
For a single second,my mind goes quiet.
She doesn’t push me away, as if I’d give her the chance. I grip her hair, fisting it, forcing her against my chest. She tastes how I imagined. Sinful, teasing, and tantalizing with a hint of cherries. I resist the urge to bite her plush lip and draw blood. Fuck, Ineedto taste her insides. Gotta stick to the plan.Be her savior. Play the part, Zain.My other hand reaches out and clasps against her hip. I dig my fingers in, bruising her velvety skin. Just like that, her body melts against me.
I can’t contain my craziness. My true venomous nature is finally—violently—pushing through. My teeth sink into her lip, and the taste of salty copper pools on my tongue, consuming my senses.
More. Take it all. Yours to break.
She lets out a pained groan and pushes her hands against my chest to dislodge me. Does nothin’. I’m twice her size. She’s such a little thing, weak and vulnerable, andI’min control. Her purpose is bound solely to my will. Doesn’t she understand she belongs to me?
Fuck. I’m a greedy bastard. I lick every last crimson drop from her lips as she squirms against my punishing grasp. I never want to release the hold I have on her. Gotta use her to silence my mind, nothing else comes close.
She staggers backwards, wide-eyed the second I release my grip on her. Her small hands touch her bloody lip. She is a cursed masterpiece.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she spits, anger radiating from her shaking body, but so does something else.Arousal. Hunger.An insatiable craving she wants to explore but is too scared. She’s fuckin’ desperate. I see it.
I suck the residue of her lifeblood from my lips. “Do I scare you, little songbird?” I stalk forward, invading her space again. She steps back, straight into one of the many tall birch trees scattered across campus. Her face is obscured by the darkness of the branches overhead. I don’t need to see her face to smell her fear, her curiosity, andthat fuckin’ cunt. “You want to explore. You’re curious,” I say slowly. I reach into my hoodie and pull out my switchblade, flipping it open.
She shakes her head quickly, trying to convince herself. Cute.
But I’m not in the mood for bullshit games. Her salty saliva mixed with blood is better than any fucking high I couldeverchase. I know my limits. I don’t get attached. Not my style. But Jesus, if I can’t use her to my advantage before I bring her down…
More. My demons are just under the surface.
“It’s natural,” I shrug, tracing the blade across my palm. She watches with fascination.
I slink closer until we’re both shrouded in Mother Nature’s darkness. The birch sways in the wind. Not a soul is around. They all went to the parties. Would be easy to take her here. No witnesses. Sweet-talk herjust right.
“If you beg me, I’ll show you,” I say, silver-tongued. Gotta love reverse psychology. I grip the blade, relishing in the pain. Blood pools in my palm. I run the handle over her jugular. It’s pulsing wildly under her skin.
Her hands cling to the tree behind her for dear life. as if it’ll save her from this fever dream.I’m a fuckin’ nightmare, baby.A nightmare that’ll haunt her mind until her last breath.
Her eyes flicker up to meet mine. She’s contemplating. My eyes rove over her neck, watching each stroke. I’m dying to sink my teeth into hermilky skin. “Say when, songbird,” I say, calculated and slow. My silken voice has her in a choke hold.
Fuckin’ perfect. Almost in my trap, little songbird.
She sucks her bottom lip. “My only experience with a man’s touch has been…traumatizing,” she whispers under the low breeze. She swallows thickly.
Knew it. She’s a virgin. Fuckin’ untouched. Pure. My cock hardens at the thought.
What a lucky sonofabitch I am. Not every day a guy gets to ruin something so innocent and addictive. If she gives herself to me, it’ll be the ultimate trust exercise. I’ll have her on the line. It’ll be smooth sailing from there. I drop the blade to my side and twist it around so I’m holding the handle.
She steps forward, and the moon lights up her face. I calculate my next words. I don’t do gentle. Guess she’s gonna find out how real men play with their toys. A deep whisper leaves my throat. “Beg,” I drill into her.
