“And you think that would have been enough to convince me? Wine and a swim? After everything you put me through?”
“My charming personality too.” I answer with that same smile on my lips.
“Charming, indeed.” Laced with sarcasm, it doesn’t sound like a compliment at all.
He lifts an eyebrow when I shift closer. My breasts press against his heavily tattooed chest, and his entire cock lines up against my pubic bone. But I recoil slightly; something cold and hard digs into me.
“You okay, kitten?”
I’m not sure.
“Wha—what is that?”
“Jacob’s ladder.”
I frown, utterly confused by his response, but only for a couple of seconds. Because the penny drops and a random memory filters through—cock piercings. Rungs of a ladder running up the underside of his penis.
Sweet Mary mother of God.
Okay, okay. Focus, Scarlet. You’re better than this.
“Let me ask you this,” I say, lifting my leg to splay it over his. Turns out I am, in fact, not better than this. “What would you be killing me for? Watching you murder a man? Or stealing your precious violin?”
The first answer comes from his fingers digging into my shoulder blade and the slight pressure building there.
The second is his hardening cock, no longer half-mast against my pelvis.
And the third is deeper. Darker. His eyes turn menacing, like they absorb all light cast onto them from the flames at the opposite side of the room.
His palm settles on the small of my back, the tips of his fingers tickle my cheeks, and he presses me against him, holding me firm. I almost forget what my question was, because his cock is nestled onto the slippery seam of my sex, piercings sat comfortably against that sensitive part of me. A flurry of electric tingles bursts from my clit, spreading through my body on a shiver.
“You tease me, Scarlet.” He drawls my name like it was born on his tongue. “Forgetting that you’re trapped here, all alone, with the predator you’ve been carelessly poking at for weeks.” He mercilessly grinds against my center, pinning me against the onslaught of pleasure when I try to pull back.
Fully distracted by the ecstasy in my core, I don’t react in time as he flips us over and tucks me under his towering body. I’m drenched in darkness beneath this feral man, folding my leg over his that he shoves beneath. At this angle, the torture comes from his thick length assaulting the drenched seam of my center, warming metal rolling against my pulsing clit.
“Look at you now, kitten. Pinned beneath my body, your warm little cunt weeping for me. So very greedy, aren’t you?”
He bucks his hips, and the moan I’ve been keeping tucked away in my chest explodes out of me as I sink further into the pillow.
“That’s it. Show your true colors, Scarlet girl. Show me just how much you want my cock to teach you how to harness rough pain into mind-bending pleasure. Is that why you’re so wet for me, little whore?”
I shake my head because opening my mouth might only reveal another desperate moan.
“I like a fighter, and I yearn to punish a filthy little brat like you.”
He rewards me with another grind of his hips. This time, the tip of his cock catches on my aching clit, sending my whole body into a violent shake. His breath tickles the crook of my neck as his teeth scrape the sensitive parts of my ear.
“I could have both, you know. I could shove my cock so deep into your messy, needy cunt and break your pretty little neck at the same time. Right here, in the middle of this forest...and no one would know. No one would find you. I would probably fill you with my cum, regardless.”
One hand drags over the base of my throat, leaving goosebumps in its wake as a strained whimper breaks out of me.
“Or maybe I’ll keep you alive until that final moment, when your last breath strangles my cock and every bit of my cum fills you.”
“Fuck...” I moan, wondering just how sick I am to get so fucking horny at the thought of my death. But the mental image of this man fucking me raw, straight into oblivion, is the hottest thing I’ve ever pictured in my head.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He licks the side of my throat, grinding his cock through the wet seam of my core, the tip teasing my entrance but never penetrating. “Dirty little slut, you would love to be utterly helpless as you squeeze my cock and I do the same to this delicate throat. Such filthy”—he licks the edge of my jaw up to my chin, and the breath stalls in my throat—“filthy desires you have, kitten.”
“Yes,” I whisper so low that I’m not sure he heard me.
