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“Shut up!” I bite out, feeling a trickle of blood crawl down my neck. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“Not wise to threaten me with a knife to your neck, Gwen. I’d hate to have a littleaccident,if you know what I mean.”
“Stop calling me that!” I want to wiggle away, but he’s right. If I don’t cooperate, he’ll slash my neck. “Just … What do you want from me?”
“Your past,” he says, squeezing my wrists in his firm grip. “I want you to face your past. Show me the real you.” He tightens his grasp even more, hard enough to nearly bruise. “But that will come in due time. In the meantime, be a good girl and stay still. No running.”
I nod, the knife against my throat a reminder of my precarious predicament. I know that if I disobey him, it won’t end well for me. So I’ll be strong. Take whatever he’s going to dish out. “You won’t hurt him, right?” I ask. “You won’t hurt Blake?”
“I can’t make any promises … yet.” After releasing my wrists, he reaches around to unbutton my pants and pulls them down to my knees, effectively trapping me in place. “Spread your legs.”
I hesitate, and he presses the blade into my skin, drawing more blood. I bite my lip, only half-stifling a moan as I do as he says. Part of me is disgusted with myself. I do not know who this man is, yet the thought of being taken in this dingy room sends a thrill straight to my core.
I should be more afraid.
His gloved hand traces up my inner thigh and to the covered mound of my sex. I suppress a shiver as his icy fingers slip underneath the gusset to my lower lips, parting them with two digits. “Wet, and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He lets out a low hiss of approval. “Filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Let me go,” I say, trying desperately to keep the quaver from my voice as he runs those fingers up and down my slit, coating them in my wetness.
He brushes my clit before sinking two fingers inside of me. I cry out as he angles them just right, toward my belly. My toes curl, and I grasp for purchase on the counter.
“It doesn’t look like you want me to let you go. Not with how greedily you’re taking my fingers.” His tone is mocking, and my face burns in shame—but even more so at the whine that escapes me as he rubs my clit, making me clench down harder on his fingers.
“Fuck … Stop,” I whimper, pushing my hips further into his hand. Out of nowhere, he withdraws, leaving me shaking. I’m about to say something when he slaps my pussy. It’s more pleasurable than painful. I wait for another impact, and when it comes—harder this time—I flinch, a whine wrenching from my throat.
He shoves his fingers back inside and fucks me, working them deeper, my stomach tightening. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He inserts another finger and curls them. “Change of heart?”
I squirm, wanting to strangle the life out of him for his stupid remarks. But all I can do is moan, my heart pounding in my ears. He laughs, graveled, with an undercurrent of want. I groan as he hits just the right spot deep inside.
“You like that? My fingers inside of you like this?”
I nod, clawing at the counter.
“I like it too,” he says, finger-fucking me, touching that spot again and again. “I’d kill everyone in this town before they’d take you away from me. No—I’d kill everyone in the world.” He growls, clearly getting off as he drives his digits into me. “You belong tome.”
He pumps in and out, causing stars to burst behind my eyelids. He pants behind the mask, his rhythm steady, confident. Like he knows just where to touch me so deeply. I’m dripping, my cheeks red-hot, my legs shaking as I throb around his fingers. My stomach coils as he shows my g-spot no mercy, working me to the edge of my sanity.
Fuck, I’m gonna black out!
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he murmurs, almost affectionately. I trap his digits in a vise, and I can almost see him smile as curses tumble from my mouth. “That’s it. Come for me.”
My back arches, my mind blanking as I scream, the pressure in my belly too much. My climax washes over me, and I come, releasing like a tsunami, soaking my panties. He doesn’t relent, wringing out every last drop until I’m breathless, boneless, and completely in his power.
When I’m finished, he withdraws, leaning over me. He lifts the mask just enough to kiss me softly on the temple. He grinds against me once—then twice more for good measure—as he tastes my cum on his fingers. After savoring it for a moment, he drops the mask back into place.
“If you’re a good girl,” he says, releasing me from his grasp, “I can do more than just make you bleed next time.”
I blink away the tears that linger in my eyes from the intensity of my orgasm and give a half-hearted attempt at swatting him. He easily dodges me as he steps back, his laughter echoing off the walls.
“See you around, Little Finch.”
He disappears, leaving me to process what the fuck just happened.
Chapter
Twelve
HIM
