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She licks her lips, her gaze never wavering from mine. “Are you going to hurt me?”
The question confirms my silence has been effective. Aurora fears for her life. Taking a step closer to her, I pick up the rope from the seat, gripping it in my calloused hands, the fibers scratching against my skin.
She grasps my intent, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Gage, what are you doing?” she whispers.
I don’t answer. My movements are slow and calculated as I draw nearer. The cage sways with my steps, forcing Aurora to grip the bars to steady herself.
Without uttering a word, I wrap the rope around her delicate wrists, securing them together.
She winces, but I see the undeniable spark of need in her expression. I tighten the knot, then pull her arms above her head to loop the other end of the rope through the mesh cage, trapping her.
“Please...” she breathes.
This, right here, is the crescendo of our twisted symphony, and I’m its composer, orchestrating every tremor and gasp.
Aurora tugs against the restraints, testing their strength. Her skin flushes, her pulse fluttering beneath the delicate skin of her throat. “Why are you doing this?” she asks.
The shadows caress her, enveloping her in their dark embrace. Slowly, I reach out, my fingers caressing the soft curve of her cheek with my gloved finger.
Aurora flinches, her eyes wide and uncertain.
I lean closer, and she shivers, her body responding to my proximity despite her fear. My fingers glide down her throat, detecting the frantic throb of her pulse.
The world fades away, leaving us in this dark cage of depravity. I pull back and stare into Aurora’s wide, fearful eyes as she trembles before me, bound and helpless. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath.
For a long moment, I simply savor the rush of power that courses through my veins. I live for this—the thrill of the hunt, the intoxicating quality of another’s terror.
Finally, I break the heavy silence, my voice a low rumble reverberating between us. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I see the fear conflicting with that darker craving that drew her to me.
“To meet the true monster,” I continue, leaning in closer until my masked face is mere inches from hers. “To gaze into the abyss and let it gaze back into you.”
She sucks in a sharp breath when I trail a gloved finger along her jawline, relishing how she shivers at my touch.
“You think you want this,” I murmur, my voice a seductive purr. “You think you can handle the darkness that lives inside me. But you have no idea what you’re inviting in, little one.” Slowly, I move my hand to her collarbone.
“I can show you things that’ll haunt your nightmares,” I breathe, tightening my grip. “I can make you scream and beg and pray for mercy. And you’ll love every second.” I lean in closer still, my mask brushing against the shell of her ear. “Tell me you want it,” I growl, the words laced with a savage edge. “Tell me you want to see the monster.”
Silence hangs between us for an endless heartbeat. Then, finally, she gives the briefest of nods.
I step closer, towering over her. At the same time, I undo the button on her skirt and drag the zipper down, relishing the revealing of her soft skin. The fabric slides down her hips, pooling at her feet, leaving her vulnerable.
Her breath quickens as I gaze at the lace of her lingerie, covering what I crave. With a swift motion, I reach for the delicate fabric of her blouse and rip it open, buttons scattering across the floor. The sound of tearing fabric is like a primal call.
Her eyes never leave mine, a silent invitation to continue. I draw my knife, the metal glinting in the dim light. With a smooth motion, I slice through her bra, the fabric falling away to unveil her breasts. And then through her panties, leaving her utterly naked.
She whimpers, her body arching toward me as I trace the blade down her bare arm, enjoying how she flinches at the icy touch of the steel.
I slide to my knees, the cold floor grounding me in this moment, in the stark reality of Aurora’s submission. I part her legs, savoring the anticipation emanating from her every quiver. With a firm and possessive grip, I push her thighs wider, marveling at the image of her so exposed, so ready, so utterly at my mercy.
I glide the smooth edge of the blade along her inner thigh, causing a shiver to run through her. The sharp contrast between the icy steel and the heat of her flesh makes her gasp, the sound like music to my ears.
I lift my mask so my mouth is uncovered and press it to her pussy. Her sweetness is overwhelming, a heady rush that drowns out every other thought. The knife remains a constant, tantalizing threat that heightens every sensation. I trace it delicately over her skin to keep her on edge without cutting her.
Her hips buck, a soft moan slipping past her parted lips. I grip her tighter, keeping her still as I continue my assault, my tongue exploring every inch of her.
