Page 20 of Their Darkest Desire

“Just the wind, Evy, that’s it! The wind, yeah,” I nervously mutter to myself. A creaking noise from the back grabs my attention and I slowly get back up on shaking legs.

THUD THUD THUD

Footsteps are coming my way and my breathing stops. There's a dirty blueish hand with filthy long nails scraping the side of a box not too far from me “Oh, no, no, no, no, FEELIIX!”

I try to kick open the door, but it just won’t break. The footsteps stop and I feel something staring at me. Tears are flowing down my face and I think I’m going to die now. “I don’t want to know. I really, really don’t want to.” My voice is unsteady from my sobs and I try to breathe but it keeps stopping. A cold wet hand touches my shoulder and my whole body jerks. “P–please, n–n–noo!” I can’t stop the crying and screams that are coming from me, and I think I’m going to pass out soon.

“Shhh, little toy. It’s just you and me now.” Its voice is low and ragged. The hand moves my hair to the side and I can feel its foul breath against my neck. Its nose touches my skin as it breathes me in. I keep my eyes closed out of fear and don’t move an inch. I’m going to die! I can’t die like this! Why me? I keep sobbing while the words ‘no’ and ‘please’ keep leaving my lips on repeat. Slimy wetness touches my cheeks and I scream again.

“Hmm, nothing tastes better than your fears.” I can hear a banging sound and someone yelling in the background, but my fear keeps me rooted. “Here comes our so-called saviour.” It laughs while the door flies open and something – no, someone – grabs my arm and drags me out. “Oh, shit!” a deep male voice yells.

My legs buckle and I prepare myself for the impact but nothing comes. Felix pulls my arm up so hard I think it might get ripped off and starts dragging me down the stairs in a hurry.

He pushes me onto the floor and slams the door shut. I can hear the locks clicking close while I stay on the floor crying and shaking.

I groan out in pain. It’s dark and my head is pounding. I feel like I just got run over by a bus. Wait, what happened?

“Be careful!” A smoky, woodsy scent embraces me and I can feel someone's heat against my back, keeping me warm and safe. I turn around and look up to see Felix lying there. I gulp, taking in the magnificent sight of a very hot, tattooed naked man next to me, reading my book. He smiles up at me and realisation hits me. I almost died because of this dim-witted sex god.

“You left me there. It could've killed me because of you. Left me. There!”

He pulls his jaw tight and puts the book aside. “A small misfortune on my behalf,” he states.

“Small misfortune on your behalf,” I scoff. “Are you fucking kidding me!” I slap him in his stupid face. Realising too late what I’ve done, he grabs my wrist, shoving me into the mattress, and places his entire weight on me. I can feel his hardness through the blanket. “I’m not apologizing. You deserved that.” His lipcurls up in a sinister smile, his eyes slowly roaming down. I follow his sight towards my exposed chest. “Felix?”

“Hmm?” He doesn’t lift his eyes away from my breasts.

“Why am I naked?”

He’s quiet for a while, then places his thumb on my lip and shoves it into my mouth. “I think you shouldn't ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” he retorts, pushing his thumb in and out of my mouth.

I bite his finger. He pulls it out of my mouth, sucking the blood off. A filthy smile plays with his lips and he kisses me as roughly as he can. We’re a clash of tongues and teeth. I can’t breathe, but I don't want it to stop either. He breaks away and opens my mouth, spitting in it. I swallow his spit down without him having to tell me to.

He looks down at me with an approving gaze and seats himself inside me in one hard thrust. I scream out in pleasure as he fucks me rough and deep.

I can feel a high pressure coming up, but he stops and turns me around on my stomach like I weigh nothing.

He takes a bag out from under the bed and fumbles through it. I feel something cold and leathery tighten around my neck. Is that a belt? “Felix?” I try to move, but he presses me back down, my chest deep in the mattress, while the belt pulls my head back, choking me.

“Don’t worry, princess. You can take it.” Something wet touches my butt cheeks. He rubs the cold liquid over my hole and trusts himself deep inside.

“AAAH!” I try to scream it out but the belt around my neck is taking too much of my airflow to make it sound like one. His cock fills me up in all the right ways, hitting all the right spots, and I’m starting to see stars from the pleasure and lack of oxygen.

He lets the belt around my neck go and grabs my ass. A bright, stinging pain shoots through my skin as he slaps it with his bare hand. Is it weird I’m hoping to have his hand imprinted on me? Probably.

I moan out his name as loud as I can while he ruts into me from behind.

“You filthy slut, letting me do anything I want with you.” His fingers tangle in my hair and pull my head back up. “Say it!”

I moan at the stinging pain from his pull. “You can–you can do anything you want with me,” I rasp with the last bit of voice I have left.

He seems content with my answer and starts to pull on the belt once more, pounding in me again and again until I explode. Blackness enters my vision until it takes over fully.

Felix

She’s passed out cold from her orgasm and me choking her with my belt. I pull myself out of her and place her on her back so her gorgeous tits greet me.

There's something about the vulnerability of a person when they sleep.

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