Page 5 of I’m The Worst

His pace increases, the sound of skin slapping together growing louder, the crowd screaming for more. I try to focus on the pain, but the sensations are overwhelming. His hips roll into me again and again. My body jerks as a sound I don’t recognize tears from my throat.

His knife trails lower, the point biting just enough to have me gasping.

“Don’t—”

With one hand clamping my hip, the blade in his other presses harder.

“You’re doing good.” His lips roughly brush my neck. “They’re watching. Every second counts.”

He moves his hand between us, his fingers finding their way to my clit as he begins to rub slow circles.

I shake my head at the welcomed sensation, whimpering, “No.”

“Yes.”

It’s been so long since I’ve had any type of pleasure, the feeling is foreign and strange.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, enjoying this.

His thumb brushes across my nipple, his teeth grazing the delicate skin at the base of my neck.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers so quietly I almost think I imagined it.

The pressure builds the pain from the knife mixing with the stretch of his cock. It’s too much. I can’t hold back. An orgasm rips through me, and I cry out.

He grips my neck, dragging me up to face him. Leaning down, his lips graze my ear.

“I’m getting you out.”

I don’t know if I can believe him or trust him, but at this point, what choice do I have?

The weight of him pins me down, his cock still thick and unmoving inside me.

“We’re not done.”

My stomach twists all over again, taking over the remaining tingles of my release.

“It has to look real.”

“Please…” I whisper brokenly.

He grinds into me—hard. I bite back a sob.

“There’s no other way. Fight me.”

He begins thrusting again, his movements faster and harder. The sounds of the crowd rise like they’re cheering him on to hurt me. Holding my chin, he forces my eyes to meet his.

“Do it. Or we’re both dead.”

His hand slides to the back of my head, fisting my hair, jerking it back with a yank.

“You’re going to be a good little whore and take it. Aren’t you?” he shouts.

My mind fractures. Flashes of all the men pinning me down. Every inch of my skin crawls. His mouth crushes mine to swallow my scream. And I snap. My teeth sink into his lip, tasting blood.

He grunts, tightening his grip.

I tear my wrist free from the rope. My nails strike his shoulder and claw into his skin.