I glance down and barely recognize myself.
With the red light painting my skin, my body looks erotic.
Almost obscene.
“This isn’t a game,” he rasps as his fingers stroke down and his palms drag across my nipples. “Not when I’ve killed as many men as I have…”
The way he says it… it sounds like he’s talking about killing more than the two men he killed the night he rescued me.
I shouldn’t say anything. I know I should keep my mouth shut.
But the worry that he’s killed more than the two men I know about is already planted in my head.
Trying my best to ignore the urge to squirm, to move, as his big hands continue to travel down, slowly crossing the expanse of my stomach, I gulp and say, “If you wanted repayment for the two men you killed, you should have taken me when you had the chance. Now it’s too late.”
As if he can’t help himself, James leans down, his mouth pressing against a spot just above my breasts.
His lips brush against me and the tip of his tongue darts out, flicking against me like he’s tasting me.
“I’ve killed more than those two men…” he exhales, and goosebumps spread across my skin before his teeth nip. “I’ve killed at least five… or six…”
Oh fuck.
“What? Why?” I gasp, giving into the urge to squirm away from him.
Grabbing me firmly by the hips, James holds me in place as he begins to slide down, kissing and nipping a warm, wet path between my breasts. “Because they wanted to hurt you or put you in danger…”
Shit.
A part of me was hoping he found the warehouse and got a little revenge.
The way he’s talking though…
He’s talking like he killed just for the kicks of it.
I could still be confusing everything though. Maybe he’s totally justified.
His weight leaves my thighs, but with his grip still on my hips, I can’t move up enough to do anything about the chains and cuffs restraining me.
“Because they deserved it,” he growls as his mouth reaches my stomach.
A second later I feel his tongue dip into my belly button and get that same feeling I got when he started suckling on my ass.
The feeling of wanting to crawl out of my skin.
Gritting my teeth together and straining against my restraints, I beg, “Stop, please.”
I don’t want to know any more. If he confesses he’s killed people in cold blood and I don’t report him, he makes me an accomplice to murder.
And I’d rather not know…
I’m not a fucking priest and this isn’t a church. I don’t want to hear his confession. I can’t handle this shit.
“Because after I killed the first… after sawing into his fucking neck… it was a way to release some tension.”
Bile begins to rise in my throat at the mental image.
He sawed into someone’s neck?!
To release tension?!
Normal people would go jogging or something…
But no, he kills people.
Fuck!
“Why are you telling me this? Why are you telling me this now?!” I cry out in a near scream.
Nearly frantic with the need to be free now, I twist from side to side and kick at his chest, trying to slip free from his hands.
Grunting when my toes connect with his hard pec, James slides his hands down and grabs me by the thighs.
Pushing my knees up toward my chest, he jerks my legs wide open.
“Because I don’t want there to be any more secrets between us, Sophia. And…”
I want to die, fucking die, when his gaze bores between my legs.
Swallowing, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down before his voice comes out raw and thick, “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He starts to lean in, and I try to snap my knees shut.
Fingers digging into the meaty flesh of my thighs, he pries me back open.
“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he growls, his eyes rolling up to glare at me before dropping back down.
Focusing on my pussy with the intensity of a madman.
Unable to close my legs, I start to tug my arms down in short, hard yanks. Hoping to break the chains or whatever they’re attached to.
He’s crazy.
I mean, I already knew he was crazy, but this shit… This is far beyond anything I could have imagined. Six men.
Six men… and sawing into necks…
Only true psychopaths do shit like that.
James leans in again.
A heartbeat later, I feel his warm breath puffing against me.
Freezing at the sensation, I groan, “Oh god.”
It shouldn’t feel good. I know it shouldn’t feel good after everything he just said.
But it does.
Shit.
James groans a throaty groan. “Fuck… you smell so good…”
I swear I hear him smelling me before his breath hits me again in a hot gush that’s almost as alarming as a touch.
Then I feel his tongue sliding up me in a slow, savoring lap. The tip hooking on the hood of my clit before releasing me.
Straining against my bonds, I try to arch off the bed, away from him, as an unwanted spike of arousal slices through me. Slicing from my clit to the center of my core.
Fuck my life.
Despite his confession, my body is still responding to him. Still aching to be filled by him.
Lord help me, please.
This is sick. So fucking sick.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
“Fucking taste delicious too,” James grunts, yanking my ass closer to his face. “I could feast on your sweet, beautiful pussy all day, every day.”
And that’s precisely what he begins to do.
He feasts on me.
He gives my clit one more slow, savoring lick that causes me to strain upwards, longing to escape the intense sensation, then he attacks.
Making wet slurping sounds and hungry noises in the back of his throat, his entire mouth works me over. Consuming me as if he’s swallowing my soul.
Using his tongue, lips, and teeth, he drives me to the brink of a madness that rivals his own.
Like his kisses, he seems to know exactly what feels the best. Exactly how to stroke, lap, nip, swirl, and suck to deliver maximum pleasure.
Unprepared for the onslaught of sensation, I writhe and twist, helpless in the chains that hold me. Tears of agonized bliss burning in my eyes as I gasp, moan, and secretly pray for this nightmare to end.
Oblivious to my inner struggle or simply driven into a frenzy by it, James growls and presses his face hard into my pussy. Smashing and pushing against me until I find myself unwittingly riding and grinding against his face.
Chasing and finally reaching an orgasm that completely breaks me.
A release that feels like it shatters not only my body, but my damn mind too
Crumbling back to the bed, I stare at the ceiling, panting, with the tears finally slipping free.
Only glancing down when James begins to rise up from between my legs, wiping his mouth off on his forearm.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asks out of fucking nowhere.
What the fuck?
Seriously. What. The. Fuck.
“James, please—” I whimper as he adjusts his grip on my thighs, tugs my ass closer, and positions his waist between them.
His cock bobbing up and down as he moves.