Haunting-Adeline

Too far away.
“Tell me what you learned, Adeline,” he demands, looking up at me, his
mouth wet from his bi ng. The sight makes my heart drop deep into my
belly, right to where the gun is driving into me.
“Not to bite your cheek?” I guess, my voice trembling.
He answers by bi ng my thigh in a punishing grip. I cry out, the pain
blinding. He loosens his jaw, allowing the pain to bleed into pleasure. A
primal noise slips out as he pushes the gun deep.
“Are you going to make me ask again?”
I open my mouth, but no answer comes out. My silence allows for me to
hear his warning loud and clear. He cocks the gun.
“Okay, okay, fuck,” I relent on a terrified hush. “I-I learned not to let
another man touch me.”
Those words bring tears to my eyes. Because saying them out loud
makes me feel well and truly trapped by this man.
“Who’s the only one allowed to touch you, Adeline?”
I close my eyes, ha ng the lie that’s about to slip from my mouth just like
the tears are from my eyes.
“You,” I whisper, the bi er taste of the words clogging my throat. A
ba lefield rages in my body. The side that wants him to make me come,
and the other side that wants him to turn the gun on himself and fire it.
I glance down at him and note the way he’s staring up at me. And I have
the terrifying realiza on that he doesn’t believe my lies.
“You have ten more seconds to come, li le mouse. No more a er that,”
he warns before nipping at my thigh again. “Rub your clit, baby.”
I hesitate. The last thing I want to do is allow this man the sa sfac on of
making me come, and even worse, helping him do it.
He doesn’t fucking deserve it. And though my body is strung ght with
despera on for it, my brain revolts against the thought.
“Now,” he growls, his eyes blazing with something carnal and dangerous.
Mu ering a curse, I reach down and twirl my fingers over my clit, too
scared of the repercussions. If it’s between orgasming and ge ng shot, I’m
going to have to choose the op on that will cause the least amount of
damage.
“Good girl,” he whispers. It takes two more thrusts of the gun before I’m
pping over the edge, my ass shoo ng clear off the ground as the orgasm