Haunting-Adeline

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“You’d be okay with other people seeing me naked?” I challengebreathlessly, watching my shirt flu er to the black floor. His fingers dri upmy spine, slow and deliberate. They burn like lava searing my flesh.“No,” he murmurs in my ear. I watch him through the mirror, his eyesdri ing down un l they’re targeted on my chest. The band of my braghtens, the material bi ng into my skin before it loosens. The black lacycups suppor ng my breasts fall and bare me completely.My nipples are painfully ght. When he catches sight of my hardenedpeaks, his tongue dri s across his lower lip as if he’s saliva ng at the sight.“You want to know what I’d do?” he ques ons. “I would let them watch.I would let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of yourbody. They would watch my cock fill every one of your holes and thenwatch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I’d fucking killthem. My cock would s ll be wet from your cum as I’d slice their throatsfor even daring to look at what’s mine.”The fear inside me ghtens into a sharp point, threatening to pop theballoon of sanity I have le .“You’re psycho c,” I gasp. This me he laughs, the dark rumble travelingstraight to the apex of my thighs.“You will learn to love it,” he murmurs distractedly. His a en on hasbeen pulled away as his hands dri across my flat stomach and cup mybreasts. I don’t have small breasts by any means, I was blessed with goodgenes. But the size of his hands—they’re so big that they make my breastslook small, barely overflowing his hands.He’s a monster. Inside and out.S ll, I feel my pan es becoming more drenched.It shouldn’t be possible for the body to concurrently feel hate anddesire, but I suppose we would all be lifeless without the complexi es ofhuman emo on.He squeezes my breasts, nearly to the point of pain.“I’m going to fuck these soon,” he promises before releasing them andmoving his hands to the bu on of my jeans.With a single flick of his hands, my ac ons creep in no stealthier than abank robber in a vault full of money.What the fuck are you doing, Addie?

Fuck, I don’t know. This is wrong. So, very wrong. But I don’t stop himfrom unzipping my jeans. Nor do I stop him from hooking his thumbs oneither side and pulling them down.He helps me out of my shoes first and then slips the jeans completelyfree. I’m le in nothing but my black lacy thong.I swallow, my heart racing as I take in our reflec on. He’s s ll fullyclothed, his eyes ping-ponging across the mirrors to look at every angle ofmy undressed state. He looks as if he can’t decide which mirror to se leon. I fight the urge to cover myself. I find the act of hiding moreembarrassing than standing almost fully naked in front of a beau ful man.“You have to undress, too,” I insist. No way am I going to be the only onele exposed.Finally, he comes out from behind me and stands before me. It hurts tomeet his mismatched eyes. It feels more real when I’m not looking at themthrough a glass mirror.For the first me, this moment with Zade feels consensual. And I’m notsure if I want that. But what fucking sense does that make? To not want itto be consensual.Yet, there’s some sick part of me that wants him to force this. So I canplay vic m later? Go on pretending that my pussy isn’t weeping for himand that I’m not an cipa ng the feel of him inside of me?It’s easier to play the vic m when you’re not the mastermind behind allyour bad decisions.“If you really want that, li le mouse, then you’re going to have to do it,”he says quietly. He looks at me as if he doesn’t believe I’ll willingly undresshim. And I think he knows what that look does to me. The asshole knowsexactly how incapable I am of backing down from a challenge.I pay him the same respect he paid me. I undress him slowly. Gently.Deliberately brushing my fingers against his skin and earning my ownshivers and growls of impa ence.I gasp when I remove his shirt. The scars on his face don’t end there. Twosevere knife wounds blemish his skin—one cu ng across his heart and theother across his defined abs. The skin is raised and jagged, a stark pinkagainst his tanned skin.And they s ll hurt him.

“You’d be okay with other people seeing me naked?” I challenge

breathlessly, watching my shirt flu er to the black floor. His fingers dri up

my spine, slow and deliberate. They burn like lava searing my flesh.

“No,” he murmurs in my ear. I watch him through the mirror, his eyes

dri ing down un l they’re targeted on my chest. The band of my bra

ghtens, the material bi ng into my skin before it loosens. The black lacy

cups suppor ng my breasts fall and bare me completely.

My nipples are painfully ght. When he catches sight of my hardened

peaks, his tongue dri s across his lower lip as if he’s saliva ng at the sight.

“You want to know what I’d do?” he ques ons. “I would let them watch.

I would let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of your

body. They would watch my cock fill every one of your holes and then

watch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I’d fucking kill

them. My cock would s ll be wet from your cum as I’d slice their throats

for even daring to look at what’s mine.”

The fear inside me ghtens into a sharp point, threatening to pop the

balloon of sanity I have le .

“You’re psycho c,” I gasp. This me he laughs, the dark rumble traveling

straight to the apex of my thighs.

“You will learn to love it,” he murmurs distractedly. His a en on has

been pulled away as his hands dri across my flat stomach and cup my

breasts. I don’t have small breasts by any means, I was blessed with good

genes. But the size of his hands—they’re so big that they make my breasts

look small, barely overflowing his hands.

He’s a monster. Inside and out.

S ll, I feel my pan es becoming more drenched.

It shouldn’t be possible for the body to concurrently feel hate and

desire, but I suppose we would all be lifeless without the complexi es of

human emo on.

He squeezes my breasts, nearly to the point of pain.

“I’m going to fuck these soon,” he promises before releasing them and

moving his hands to the bu on of my jeans.

With a single flick of his hands, my ac ons creep in no stealthier than a

bank robber in a vault full of money.

What the fuck are you doing, Addie?

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