Page 29 of Pretty Little Fears

“Eyeson me, baby.You’regoing to watch asImake you flood my mouth with your desire.”Mychest rises and falls from my erratic breathing as he removes the knife from my throat.Assoon as it's gone,Iwish it was back.Idon’t know what's wrong with me, but the fear of him holding my life in his hands is intoxicating andIneed more.

Withthe sharp point angled at my skin, he lightly glides it down my chest and over my stomach, barely touching the fabric hiding my skin until it reaches my pussy.

Heswipes his tongue up and down my slit andIgrip his hair, pulling him closer, never wanting him to stop.Hisfree hand yanks the top of my corset down, making my breasts spill over as he tugs and twists on my nipple.

“Yes,Emmett.”Igasp “Please, keep going.”

Itisn't untilIfeel something cold and round against the heated flesh of my entrance thatI'mquickly brought back to reality.

“Whatare you doing?”Iwhisper yell.

“Shhhbaby.I’llmake it feel good for you.Justrelax for me, okay?Iwon't go too far in.Afterall, whenIdo claim this pussy, it'll be with my cock buried so deep, you’ll see heaven and hell.”

Ifeel drunk on his words as if the alcohol was still coursing through my veins.Inod and watch with wide eyes as he spits on the handle before rubbing it through my slick folds.Hispalm is wrapped around the blade, nicking his skin and causing hisblood to drip down my legs, a stark contrast to my pale thigh.

Heleans forward and swipes his tongue through the coppery liquid that’s fallen on my skin.Lookingup, he gives me a devilish smile with the blood still coating his teeth and lips.Theaction sends a shock straight to my clit.

Hepresses the tip to my entrance and slowly pushes in as he brings his mouth back to my clit, increasing the speed of his firm licks.Idon't recognize the moans leaving my mouth as the pleasure starts to build again in my core.He’sslow at first, allowing me time to stretch and adjust to the knife as he pushes further.

Thehandle starts to ease in as he thrusts it in and out, never going too deep.Thefeeling of the cool steel sliding inside me and the warmth of his wet mouth on my clit makes me gasp at the contradicting sensations.

Hislips wrap around the swollen bud as he switches between sucking harshly and lightly scraping his teeth over my sensitive skin.Theshallow pumps of the handle paired with the intense suction on my clit send sparks through my body as my walls clench and throb around the handle.Hepicks his head up and stares at me intensely while asking,

“Youlike that, little obsession?Showme.Cumall over my knife so we can both taste how delicious you are.”

That’sall it takes for me to come undone.Beadsof sweat drip down the sides of my forehead andIsee stars.Icall out his name and grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his clothes.Hepulls out the knife and plants his face back on my clit, sucking with so much force the air leaves my lungs.Myhips push against his face, riding out the last waves of my orgasm.

AsIcome down from my high,IfeelEmmettpeppering kisses down my legs as he pulls my skirt back to its original place.

“Sucha good fucking girl,” he whispers.Hebrings the knife up to my mouth and taps my lips with it.

“Tasteyourself.”Hecommands.

Ido asI’mtold, opening my mouth and licking myself from the knife.Whenhe pulls it back, he smiles at me then wraps his lips around the entire handle and sucks it clean.

Hefolds the knife and stuffs it back into his pocket.Hebrushes the sweaty strands of hair that are stuck to my face behind my ear and rubs his hand down the back of my head, almost like he's petting me.

“Don’tmistake my kindness towards you as a weakness,Blair.”

Hisvoice is colder than it was earlier when he showered me with praise. “Iwill not tolerateanybodythinking they can touch you.You’re.Mine.”

Iroll my eyes. “Iam not yours,Emmett.Idon't know how many timesIhave to tell you that,”Isay asIstand up.

Hishands ball by his sides as he clenches his jaw.Hebrings his hand up to my neck and squeezes gently. “Youare mine,Blair.It'lldo you good to realize that sooner rather than later.Stopbeing a fucking brat.Unlessyou want bodies to start dropping,Istrongly suggest you listen to me.”Hegrowls.

BeforeIcan even respond, he’s let go and has already turned his back on me, leaving me alone in the cemetery behind campus.

Iwatch him as he walks away and confusion swirls inside my mind.Heis so insanely irritable, not to mention crazy, but my body isn’t physically capable of denying him.

Ifeel myself growing attached to the constant shadow at my back.Iwish it made sense.Hiswords leave me terrified of what’s to come ifIchoose to ignore his warnings.

Fuck.Me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EMMETT

It'sbeena week sinceIlast had a taste of my pretty little obsession, and my need for her is growing stronger every day.Hersweet taste, the sounds of her pleasure,Iwant to drown in it.

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