Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 34
The Manipulator
’ve never been religious, despite my bera ng a phantom in the sky for
constantly tes ng my sanity. But in this moment, I seriously hope that
I
something is looking out for me. Because I have a feeling when Zade is
finished with me, my soul will be decimated, and nothing will be able to
save me from his damna on.
Swallowing thickly, I ask, “How do you plan on doing that?”
I try to insert an ounce of confidence, but the calcula ng look on Zade's
face completely shreds that no on. I shiver, but not from the relentless
rain soaking my skin.
Instead of answering verbally, he reaches down and grips the waistband
of my leggings. In one sharp tug, he’s ripping the fabric down my legs and
flinging it somewhere out in the forest.
Definitely won’t be ge ng those back.
My eyes round when he harshly jerks my yellow thong, the lace easily
tearing beneath his strength.
“Zade…” I gasp, a emp ng to close my legs to block the freezing rain
from my exposed core. He deflects my a empts, prying my knees apart
un l the rain ba ers against my center. I squeal from the sensa on,
sucking in a sharp breath.
Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.
Adjus ng his grip to the underside of my thighs, he pushes my legs back
un l my knees are hiked up to my ears, and my pussy is completely bared
to the unforgiving elements.
“Zade!” I shout, my hands shoo ng out to cover myself.
“Touch yourself, li le mouse. Let me see how hard you can make
yourself come,” he orders, his voice thick with desire.
“I’m not—” He bars his le arm across both thighs and uses his now free
hand to swipe my hands away. Before I can ask what the hell he’s doing, he