Page 8 of Drama Queen

I lift my knee, aiming for his dick, but he blocks it easily. I try again and again but it’s fucking useless, and he just stands there,laughing at me. Tears of impotence form at the corners of my eyes and I hate myself for it. I will not shed tears for this man.

He brushes one of my tears away with his thumb. “So pretty when you cry.”

Then he grips the edge of the tape and rips it off.

“Jesus fucking dickbag!” I seethe. Thathurt.

He pats the side of my face carelessly. “Such crassness from such a beautiful mouth.”

“Fuck you!”

He chuckles, a deep rasp I feel all the way to my toes. “I’m not into that.”

I lick my lips and wince at the sting. There’s a tang of blood against my tongue and I know he’s ripped some skin off with the tape.

He disappears for a moment then comes back with a bottle of water. He opens it and lifts it to my lips.

I pull back. “How do I know it isn’t poisoned?”

“And why would I kill you, Echo?”

My name in his mouth sounds sinful and a shiver leaves goosebumps along my skin.

“For fun?”

He laughs. Full blown deep belly laughs. “Oh, Echo. Killing you wouldn’t be fun. It would be pointless.” His hand grips my chin. “Playing with you on the other hand…”

He sweeps his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away the blood. Then he sucks that ignominious digit into his mouth, and I swear his eyes brighten. Jesus this guy is something else.

And I fuckinglikeit.

He takes a drink from the bottle and swallows. “See. Harmless.”

“That’s the last word I’d use to describe anything about you.”

He grins, and it’s unsettling. Like a lion playing pliant for its food. He takes another drink and walks closer.

“What are you doing?” I ask, the panic raising my heart rate again.

He doesn’t say anything but sinks his fingers into the hollows of my cheeks, forcing my mouth open wide. I fight against my restraints, but he towers over me. He leans closer until his mouth hovers over mine and then he parts his lips, letting the water trickle into my mouth.

I instinctively swallow and I’m at once grateful for the relief. The cool liquid soothes my dry mouth and I lick my lips, trying to moisten them but there isn’t enough water left.

The guy cocks an eyebrow like he knows exactly what I’m needing. “More?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Please,” I say through gritted teeth and Jesus fuck I want to break his nose all over again.

“Good girl,” he coos and something inside me preens with the praise.

I expect him to pour the drink directly into my mouth, but he repeats the same process as before. Taking a mouthful and then letting it flow from his mouth to mine. I swear his lips get closer every time he does it, until he’s merely a hair's breadth away from kissing me and God, I want it. Which isinsane. The guy fuckingkidnappedme, and I’m chained to the ceiling. In no way should I want this guy but my pussy isdripping.He’s so close I can feel his body heat, smell his cologne and fuck, I want to bury my nose in the crook of his neck and slide my tongue over his skin just to see what he tastes like.

The snick of a switchblade opening breaks my wandering mind and a flash of light catches on the wicked looking blade.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes fixed on the blade.

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