Haunting-Adeline

“Let me go, you fucking creepy-ass fuck—”
“Keep talking and you’ll just make it worse.”
I screech, out of breath and growing weaker, as he pins my flailing body
against the wall.
“We had a deal, did we not?”
A tear spills over my lid. And then another and another un l I’m on the
verge of sobbing.
“Don’t cry, li le mouse,” he coos. “It’s going to get so much worse.”
His breath skates over my cheek as he presses himself deeper into my
body. He’s so much bigger, his body enveloping me un l all I can see, feel,
and smell is him. Warmth, leather, that unique scent that belongs to only
him, and his black-clad body surrounding me.
“I like you scared,” he whispers, sending shivers down my spine. “I like
you begging and pleading. Crying out for God to save you.” I feel the touch
of his hand on my face, and I flinch away. His fingers lightly trace over my
cheekbone to my hair, tucking the loose strands behind my ear. “I like you
trembling beneath my touch, uncontrollably.”
“You’re sick,” I snap, doing just that. I’m shaking from head to toe, and I
can’t seem to stop it.
“You think you’re only going to beg because you’re figh ng for your life,
but that’s where you’re wrong. The only way I’ll be sending you to heaven
is with my cock.” He grunts out a deep laugh. “And definitely my tongue
and fingers, too.”
“That will never happen,” I hiss, glaring at him with all my might. Or at
least I think I am.
His eyes are shadowed by the dim light radia ng from the sconces. It
feels almost like being far-sighted. Your face is so close to something, but
clarity evades you. The shadows are a part of him. He carries them with
him.
“It’s me to punish you, and I’ve thought of the many ways I could do
this,” he says, ignoring my jab. It only infuriates me more that he finds my
lack of consent is so inconsequen al. So… worthless.
“I’ll be nice this me.” I open my mouth, but he cuts me off with a deep
growl of warning, “But only if you are too, Adeline.”
The click of my teeth snapping together is audible, pulling another grunt
of amusement from him. My pride takes a hit, and I want to knee him in