Page 58 of Bound To Me
He took the razor blade to the top of my other breast and pressed his lips to the wound again. I observed in dread as his erection rubbed up and down the slit of my pussy. My body betrayed me because as terrified as I was, I knew I was wet and ready for him.Bad fucking timing, body. He took his cock and eagerly pushed himself inside of me, his moans already loud and wild as he began to pump his hips as he laid on top of me.
“It feels so much better being inside of you when I can taste your blood on my tongue.”
He sliced the top of my arm before he put his mouth to it, and I shrieked with pain and horror. But the friction of Michael’s body weight against my clit and his incessant pounding had me close to an orgasm.Please God, no. Don’t let me fucking come like this.Yet with another slice on my arm, and his body rubbing against my clit, my pussy seized with pleasure. My body shook as I sobbed, the guilt more overwhelming than anything else I felt.
And when he pulled out of my pussy and pushed himself into my ass, all I could think about was the sweet relief of death—but not mine.
If Michael doesn’t kill me tonight, I’m going to kill him.I was going to end his life so he would stop ruining mine. And it was going to be soon.
Then
I felt like I had betrayed Michael, but I wanted him all to myself. It was either me or no one. He had already hurt me; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he hurt Hana too.
I went to his apartment to tell him it was my fault that Hana was leaving. I didn’t want him to go after her; I wanted him to do whatever he needed to do to me, and then we would move on. Then we could be together again.
After he forced me onto the ground after he choked me out, after I refused to call Hana and tell her I was lying, he manipulated me yet again.
He was silent for a moment as he sulked in the kitchen. His posture was one of deep frustration—he leaned heavily against the counter, his shoulders slumped as he stared intently at the clean surface. His hands, spread flat on the countertop, seemed almost to anchor him to the spot. After a few moments, he finally spoke.
“Get up, baby. Come here,” he ordered quietly.
I quickly stood up and moved to his side. Without looking at me, he took my hand and guided me in front of him, positioning me with my back pressed against his chest. A shiver of anticipation ran through me as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against my neck. Each gentle, deliberate kiss sent a tingling sensation across my skin.
“Sweet Jackie. You’ve really gone and ruined everything,” he whispered, his tone gentle despite the sharpness of his words.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just want you to myself,” I shakily whispered back, the lump in my throat threatening a meltdown.
He chuckled darkly. “No, baby. Like I said,” he began, drawing something from the kitchen drawer, “I will never, ever be yours.”
The tip of the cold knife pressed against the front of my neck, and I trembled uncontrollably, my fear escalating. I forced myself to remain still, my breath hitching as his warm breath ghosted over the side of my neck.
“I would rather kill you than spend my days with you, you fucking nuisance.”
I could hardly hear him over the pounding of my pulse in my ears. “Please,” I cried. “Please don’t.”
“I thought you’d do anything for me, sweet Jackie?” His voice was full of contempt and mockery.
My chest heaved up and down as I began to sob. “Then just fucking do it, Michael. Just put me out of my misery already.”
My love for him would always be there, despite everything he had done to me. How was I going to live with that? I didn’twantto love him, but I did. And if it meant dying by his hands just to end the agonizing cycle, then maybe that was what I needed.
“God, Jackie. Would you just put up a fight for once? I can’t believe how fucking pathetic you are.” He withdrew the knife from my neck, sliding it across the counter before stepping back. I collapsed to my knees, burying my face in my hands as sobs wracked my body, overwhelmed by the crushing sense of how utterly broken he had made me feel.
“What do you want then, Jackie, hm? You want me to fuck you? You want me to keep you here forever, locked away in my bedroom to use and dispose of as I please?” The contempt oozed from every word he uttered.
I didn’t answer him. I was lost, unsure of what I wanted anymore—I just wanted him to love me.
“Come on, then. Let’s go get your things. I’ll keep you here and punish you as I see fit.”
I lifted my gaze to meet his. He stood, hand on hip, exasperation etched across his face.
“Really?” I hated how much hope was in my voice.
He simply nodded and extended his hand toward me. Mine trembled as it reached out to meet his, and his grip was firm as he clasped it tightly.
As we walked out of his apartment, he hailed a cab and instructed the driver to wait. Then, he tugged me toward Hana’s apartment building. In that moment, I knew something terrible was going to happen. He held something in his hand, some sort of small cloth, and I eyed it as we took the elevator upstairs.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him warily.
