Haunting-Adeline

“You like being a bad li le girl, don’t you? You like to defy me because
you love it when I scare you. You’re a silly li le girl playing with fire,” he
taunts, a cruel snarl on his face.
Tears prick my eyes from the force of him holding my hair. Burning, just
like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes. And if I didn’t know any be er, I’d
think there’s a blaze of fire behind me, reflec ng in his mismatched eyes.
“Tell me, li le mouse, have you ever been fucked by a man like me?”
“Be er,” I hiss, the dormant hate for him reawakening. Something very
dark and dangerous shu ers over his eyes. He arches that damn brow, and
I immediately shrink in on myself.
It was a lie. We both know it.
That’s the first thing I learned when I was put in Catholic school as a
child. Good girls don’t lie.
The second lesson is don’t trust the Devil and his influence. But what
they forgot to men on is not to piss him off once you’ve been influenced.
Maybe because that’s common fucking sense.
My lip trembles as I berate myself for being so stupid. The bi erness and
distrust are s ll churning beneath the surface. I don't know why I thought I
could let him dominate and fuck me without figh ng back.
He’ll kill me before I ever fall in love with him.
“Open your fucking mouth, bad girl. Right now, before I suffocate you on
my cock.”
This me, I listen. The second my lips part, he’s forcing the p past my
lips and straight to the back of my throat.
He hisses through his teeth, followed by another feral growl. I whimper
and then gag when he forces his dick deeper. He’s hardened steel wrapped
in silky sa n, but the smoothness does li le to ease the pain.
He’s too thick and too long for my small mouth.
Tears instantly flood my eyes and spill over as he keeps forcing himself
deeper. Ins nc vely, my hands grip his thick thighs, pushing against him.
As quick as a snake, he snatches both of my hands up and grips them
together in one hand, and resuming the hold on my head with the other.
He holds my hands up high and against his stomach. It looks like I’m a
woman praying on my knees, my hands bound together as I worship the
devil himself.
“This is what you wanted, right?” he growls. “Fucking suck it. Now.”