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“This is so fucking wrong,” I groan, staring into the black holes of his mask.
He releases my chin and grabs my hip. “But you love it.” He pumps into me, making me cry out as he increases his pace.
“God, fuck,” I cry, scratching at the wood of the table. “Harder! I need it!”
“You want it rough, huh?” he growls, his tone dripping with something akin to animosity. “I’ll give yourough.”
Something about the way he speaks gives me pause. But he slams into me with such force that all my thoughts vanish, leaving me with no time to decipher the meaning. My eyes leak tears from the intense pleasure, blurring my vision. His grip on my flesh is bruising, each thrust coming harder and faster than the last.
“I’ve been dreaming about taking you, filling you to the brim with my cum,” he grunts. “I’m going to come inside of you. You’re going to take it like the dirty little slut you are.”
“Please, I?—”
“Call me Damon.”
I blink, momentarily stunned. Did he just reveal his real name to me? “Damon, please. I need you. Fill me with your cum!”
His cock swells at the use of his name. Before I can think too much about it, he drives his length deep inside with a savage thrust. He wraps his hand around my throat and reaches between us to rub at my clit. The combined sensations multiply with each snap of his hips until I’m close to bursting. He squeezes my neck until stars dance in front of my eyes, my sight blurring at the edges.
“Tell me you want my cum inside of you,” he commands, his cock pulsing.
“Please,” I barely manage before his grip slackens, allowing me to speak. “I want your cum inside of me!”
My plea is like a trigger because suddenly he’s thrusting even harder and faster than before. His grip on my throat tightens painfully, his moans growing louder and more desperate as he hammers into me. I’m so close to passing out when he lets go of my neck, and I feel myself flying off the precipice. I scream as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling our bodies together. He stiffens with one final thrust, filling me with hot cum.
I want to collapse on the table, my wrists aching from the burn of the rope. But he keeps his arms around me tight, holding me in place, making sure all his cum stays inside.
I shouldn’t have liked it. I should hate it—hatehim.
But even as he pulls out another needle and jabs it into my neck, I can’t make myself.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Chapter
Eighteen
HER
Ifell asleep on the couch again.
It’s been a week since the incident in the warehouse, a week since a murderer nearly coerced me into becoming one, too. After he injected me with some sort of sedative, I only remember seeing that damn mask before waking up the next day in my bed. So he likely increased my dose, based on the previous jab and how long I was out.
I considered turning in his DNA. But not only did I not want to deal with invasive questions or the humiliation of facing the police again, Damon had gone to great lengths to clean and scrub me of every little trace of fluid. Even the clothes I wore are missing. Fuck him for being so thorough.
I fumble for the lamp cord and tug it on. As light illuminates the room, I notice that there’s a piece of paper on top of my coffee table. My heart slams into my throat as I gingerly pick it up. The text reads:
“The power to take away life, to bring justice in our own way.”
From now on, your decisions will have lasting consequences.But you understand that, don’t you? If not, you will soon.
Acid churns in my stomach. I crumple up the note and throw it across the room before slumping into the couch, shaken. He was in my apartment again. Is this his way of trying to get me involved in his screwed-up version of vigilante justice? And why does he want me to help him, anyway?
I don’t understand why he’s so obsessed with me. Does it all go back to my father? I’m scared, but part of me is morbidly curious.
I know this is a dangerous game, but I can’t help but wonder what he’s planning next.
I start pacing around my living room, trying to make sense of the situation. He clearly has some sort of plan in mind, and it’s up to me to figure out what it is.And do what?I ask myself.Stop him?That note could be a clue or just a taunt. Either way, I need more information before I can act.
