Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 30
The Manipulator
e has the strangest ability to suck the air from my lungs with a simple
look. And when his terrifying words accompany the deadly stare, it
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feels like I don’t have any lungs at all.
The hoodie parts and he slowly pulls it down my arms. The material
drops to the floor, where muddy shoes have trekked across a thousand
mes tonight.
It feels like a cruel metaphor. Along with my clothes, my flesh and soul
will be stained tonight.
“Someone could come in here,” I whisper, my voice barely penetra ng
the tension in the air.
He smiles—a wicked smile that tells me he wouldn’t mind if someone
did.
“What do you think they’d do?” he implores as he li s my shirt, the pads
of his fingers grazing my skin. Goosebumps rise, a physical reac on from
the electricity dancing across my skin wherever he touches me.
“Do you think they’d watch?” he asks. “Do you think they’d enjoy the
sight of your naked flesh on display? Maybe they would get off on seeing
your dripping pussy reflected back at them everywhere they look. Or the
pre y flush on your chest when you come. I think they’d even enjoy
watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when my cock fills you so
fully, you can’t fit any more of me inside you.”
A shot of fear injects straight into my heart, forcing the muscle into
overdrive. But yet, my body s ll responds in a much darker way.
Just like his words, I feel my pussy pulsate as my pan es gradually
dampen un l it’s exactly like he said—dripping.
Would I be okay with a stranger watching? I don’t think so. But
something about the way he paints the picture makes me wonder if I’d let
it happen anyway.