Page 29 of Merciless

“If you scream,” he says, his gaze flicking to my face before returning to between my legs, “I’ll keep my promise from earlier.”

My stomach drops. “Please don’t do this.”

He hums with a shake of his head. “Your lips say one thing and your pussy says another. I should punish your mouth, too.”

Tears burn in my eyes, and I swallow a sob.

The man flips the switchblade so he’s holding it by the grip, and he leans forward. The blade hovers over my skin for a moment. Then he carves into me.

My back arches, and I grip the sheets. The tears fall down my cheeks, and I swallow every scream as the blade makes odd movements against my skin. Each one differs from the last.

He’s writing something into me.

I don’t know when he’ll be done or how long he’s been doing this. Time is nothing while he cuts me. An explosion of sensations runs through my body.

Pain. Pleasure. Fear. Excitement. They all mix together.

I whimper and try to crawl away. He grabs me by the waist and holds me still.

“This is your final warning, slut. Move again and I’ll fuck your throat.”

My blood runs cold, and a shiver rolls down my back. I nod to show him that I’ll be good and won’t try anything.

He carves into my skin again, and I cry out, flinching away from his knife.

He finishes and blankets my body with his to whisper in my ear, a smile in his voice. “Once a slut, always a slut.”

I yelp as he moves off me, taking his weight with him. He grabs me by the arm and shoves me onto my knees in front of him.

“If you wanted to choke on my cock, that’s all you had to say.” He snaps the switchblade shut and stuffs it into his pocket before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

He frees his hard cock and pumps the shaft once.

“If you bite,” he warns, “I’ll pull all your fucking teeth. Now open those pretty slut lips.”

I glare up at him, hating how cocky he looks, even with the mask on.

He’s a coward for hiding his identity from me.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. The man groans and smacks the tip of his fat cock against the flat of my tongue, the weight heavy and his taste clean.

“Suck.” He fists my hair to hold it out of my face.

I lean forward and take more of him into my mouth. Tears burn in my eyes for an entirely different reason as he hits the back of my throat.

“You’re barely taking half of me.” He tuts. “I know you can do better than that.”

I gag as he shoves his hips forward and forces more of his length into my mouth. My hands fly up to his waist, and I shove him back. He thrusts deeper, until my nose meets his pelvis. He takes up every inch of space in my mouth and throat.

My shoulders rock with a dry heave, and I stare up at him, begging him to pull out so I can breathe.

He stares down at me, his eyes narrowed and every bit evil.

“Touch yourself.” He tilts his head. “And lift your shirt. Then maybe I’ll let you breathe.”

My eyelashes flutter, and dark spots creep into my vision. I raise my shirt to free my breasts, then reach between my legs, blindly rubbing my clit. I didn’t think I would ever get turned on choking on a cock while rubbing myself. But heat pools low in my belly, and tingles spread through my body until my toes curl.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Make yourself come.”