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When he kissed me, my tears flowed afresh. The cum on my face didn’t deter him, neither did the spit nor the tears.
‘How do you feel?’ he whispered against my lips.
‘Like I’m going to explode.’
He pressed his hand down between my thighs and circled my clit. The pressure made me groan and arch my back. ‘I’m going to eat your wet little cunt while you ride my fingers. But first, I need to get your bra off.’
I cried out when he removed his fingers from me and licked them with a grin. Slowly, he fastened his trousers while watching squirm.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a flick knife and released the blade.
Fear coursed through me as he knelt back down between my spread legs.
Ewen dragged the sharp tip of the blade along my collarbone, and he leaned in to kiss me, slipping his tongue over my lips—the mixture of fear and desire leaving delirious.
‘I promised I’d never hurt you. Not more than you need.' He murmured, and I met his eyes with a racing heart. 'Do you trust me?’
Did I really trust him? The killer. The stalker. My creep?
My creep.
'Yes,' I breathed, nodding as he twisted the knife and drew a scratch down over my wet skin. Knowing that he used the implement so delicately when it could cause so much damage was a heady rush. The danger added to the mounting desire inside me, making me feel more reckless and wild than I ever had.
My pulse quickened as he dragged it down my chest, slipping it beneath the centre of my lovely new bra.
‘Oh, but it’s so nice,’ I whimpered.
‘I’d buy you a thousand if it means I get to cut them off of you forever.’ The knife snickered at the fabric before he used the blade to pull it open, revealing my breasts.
‘Every inch of you is fucking perfection,’ he said, leaning down and capturing one nipple between his teeth. I squealed when he bit down, arching my back until he soothed the pain with his tongue.
Using the blade to scratch red lines across my tits, he wound me up to the point I thought I’d combust. Heat flooded every single part of me as he slid the knife down further, criss-crossing my stomach before sliding it over my pelvis.
‘I think I’m going to die,’ I mumbled. A rich laugh slipped past his lips as he reached down and sunk his teeth into my thigh. My cry filled the room as the pain made me buckle.
Before I had time to recover, he slid onto his stomach between my legs and captured my clit in his hot mouth.
I didn’t know where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Overload attacked my senses as my entire world seemed too narrow to where his mouth met my flesh.
‘So close,’ I whimpered, wishing I could reach down, hold his head to me, and ride his face to take what I needed so fucking bad.
When he pulled back again, I released a shriek of anger that was quickly followed by a sob.
‘Oh, darling. Don’t you feel it? The torture. When you come, it’ll be so much more intense for all your suffering.’
‘Please, Ewen? Fucking please. I’ll do anything. Anything.’
‘Begging only makes me harder, Cora.’
He pressed the knife into the flesh just above my pussy, the scratching pain taking my breath away.
Was he... Writing?
Letters formed in the angry red lines, etched by the steady pressure of the blade—firm enough to leave a mark but not enough to pierce the skin.
It was upside down to me, but when he finished, he gazed up at me with a grin stretching across his face.
He scraped his fucking name into my flesh.
