Page 27 of Pretty Little Fears

Snap.

Myheart starts to pump harder.

Snap.

Snap.

SNAP!

Branchesstart to be crunched in quick succession until all of a sudden everything goes silent.Ifeel disoriented.Ican't tell which direction they came from.Ialso can’t tell which directionIcame from.Ofcourse, it would be my fucking luck to end up lost in the middle of the forest.Tiptoeing, uncertain of where to go,Ihold my breath and continue to listen for any sign ofEmmett.

Aftera few minutes, my heart starts to slow and aggravation sinks in.Bythe lack of sound,I’mcertainEmmettleft.Ibegin to walk at a normal pace in the directionI’mpretty sureIcame from, eager to get home.Isee the graveyard up ahead and let out a sigh of relief.Quickeningmy pace,Imake my way through the graves and come up on the weeping angel statueIwas fascinated by earlier.

Aglance is all it took for me to lose my footing, slowing me down.

Givingthe predator the chance to attack.

Burningpain laces my scalp as a strong hand takes hold of my hair and yanks me backward against a hard chest.

“Guessyou don’t care aboutBraxtonafter all.Good.Geton your knees.”Hegrunts, huskily.

Itry to turn my head slightly to look at him, but wince when the knife, once again pressed against my throat, nicks my skin.Thefear mixes with desire asIstand with him against my back, his hard length pressed into me, and his blade at my throat.Iclose my eyes and take in a deep breath, being careful not to move under his grip.

“Emmett,I-”BeforeIcan respond, his other hand wraps around my mouth.

“Nicecostume.Youwant to prove you're not an innocent little angel, huh?Thenyou'll get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.”Hebites the lobe of my ear before he continues speaking. “You’lltake every inch of me down your throat whileIhave a knife against it like a good fucking girl.Won’tyou?”

Vindictivenesslaces his words as he removes his hand from my mouth and drags a knuckle down my face.Thecontradicting softness of his actions with his cruel words causes me toclench my thighs.Witha few words,I’mfucking putty.Forhim to mold as he sees fit.

“Yes,”Iwhisper.Idon't know where my ability to deny him went, but it's nowhere in sight.Ican feel wetness starting to pool between my thighs from the thought of taking him in my mouth.Iwant to be his good girl.

“Isthat what you want,Blair?Tobe my good little slut?”Hehums, the sound rough and low.Thedepraved words make something deep inside me start to slink forward.Likehe awakened a darknessIdidn't knowIhad.Heremoves the knife from my throat and spins me around to face him.

Onceface to face, he touches the blade to my neck again.Inod slowly.

“Thenget on your fucking knees, my filthy girl.Showme how sinful you are, baby.”Emmettputs a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down.Iland, kneeling in front of him, in a pile of dirt.

Stealinga quick glance at my surroundings, the tombstone to our left catches my eye.AmIreally about to give head on top of the departed?Thedepravity of it only makes my arousal increase.

Yeah, something must be wrong with me.

Hetakes the tip of the knife and brings it under my chin, using the flat side to tilt my head up.Reachingdown, he places his thumb on my bottom lip, rubbing back and forth before pushing on it slightly.

“Openup for me, let me see that pretty little tongue,” he demands.Iopen my mouth slightly, barely enough for him to fit his finger inside.

“More,” he commands.Iobey, butI’mtempted to test him.Mymouth widens, but remembering the feeling of his cock against my ass,Iknow it’s not enough.Emmetttsks down at me and takes his fingers, pushing them past my lips and hooks them behind my bottom teeth, stretching my mouth wide open.

“That'sbetter.Nowstick out your tongue.”Thedesire to please him grows andIstick my tongue out.Ilook up at him just as he gathers saliva up and then spits it onto my waiting tongue.Withhis blade, he pushes my chin up, closing my mouth. “Swallowit, you filthy girl.”

Iwhimper asIswallow his spit down, eager for what's next.Lovingthe feeling of any part of him inside of me.Ilook up at him, meeting his eyes and they’re filled with so much lust and affection it catches me off guard.

“Hasmy greedy girl ever sucked cock before?”Hepurrs seductively.Ishake my head in response. “Good.I'mgonna teach you how to be a good little slut for me baby, don't you worry.”Hiswords go straight to my clit, making me whimper.

Heundoes his belt and pulls it through the loops until it's free.Theresounding zip of his pants is deafening in theliteral, dead silence of the graveyard.Itchingto do it myself,Ireach forward, grab his jeans, and pull them down.Hiscock springs free and bobs against his abdomen.

Nothingcould have prepared me for the size of him.Thickand long with a large vein running down the underside, and a perfectly proportioned head that’s already leaking with precum.Myeyes widen asItake him in.Ibegin to question myself and ifIshould go through with this.

Emmettlets out a low chuckle and as if he was able to hear my thoughts, he reassures me.

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