Page 34 of Pretty Little Fears

Itisn't untilIrememberEmmett’sthreats from the night of the party, that everything clicks.Hemust have something to do with all of this.IknowEmmettis a little obsessive but surely he couldn't have done something this insane…Right?Istart to shake my head.Itake that back, he probablywoulddo something this fucking crazy.

Myepiphany has me storming over toEmmett’shouse beforeItalk myself out of it.Adrenalinepumps through my veins as the thought that he’s a possible killer fills my mind.Imake my wayup his steps, two at a time, and start banging on his door.

“Emmett!”Iyell as my fist continues to make contact with the front door. “Openup you fucking psycho!Iknow what you did!”Idon’t, but he doesn’t know that.

Thedoor swings open andIam face to chest withEmmett.Peeringup into his dark green eyes,Isee fury and possessiveness taking over.

“Itried to warn you.Youjust wanted to keep testing me, didn’t you?”Hebends down as he speaks, making our faces so closeIcan feel his breath with every word he says.

“Tellme,Emmett.Whathappened toBraxton?!”Ishout.

Ignoringmy question, he grabs my throat and collars it with his large hand, yanking me to him.

“Hegot what was coming to him.Itwas what he deserved.”Hegrowls as his hand tightens around my neck.Notenough to hurt me, but enough to let me know he's upset with me.

“You’llbe receiving your punishment now, little obsession.”Shiversrun down my spine at the grip of his hand and the sound of his words.

Stunned, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as ifIweigh absolutely nothing.

“Emmett, put me down!”Ihiss while hitting my fists against his back.Ifeel a sharp slap and the stinging sensation spreads across my ass as the hit to it registers.Ablush begins to creep its way over my skin.Hedid not just spank me.There’sno way.

“Allyou had to do was listen like a good girl,Blair.”

Hethrows me off his shoulder andIland on my back on his bed.Pullingmyself up,Ilean on my elbows and look over at him.He'sstanding there clenching and unclenching his fists, his jaw snapped shut.Basedon his body language, you would think he was angry, butI’ddisagree based on the look in his eyes.

Thoseemerald irises are filled with lust and hunger as he stares at me.BeforeIcan blinkEmmettreaches out, taking both my ankles in his strong hands, he yanks me to the edge of the bed.Afaint squeal of surprise releases beforeIcan stop it.

“Itold you, you are mine,Blair.Mine.NowIhave no choice but to show you.”Withhis grip on my ankles, he roughly spreads my legs wide, allowing room for him to step between my thighs. “I'mgoing to claim this perfect little pussy.Myperfect little pussy.”

Idon’t know what to say.Toprove his point, he grips the fabric of my leggings that line my waist and forcibly pulls them down, taking my panties with them.Heplaces both hands on the neckline of my shirt and pulls in opposite directions.Myshirt splits down the middle, the sound of the ripping echoes in his bedroom.Hereaches a hand around my back and quickly undoes my bra, dropping it on the floor as my breasts fall free.

I’mso stunned by the sudden removal of my clothes thatIcan’t seem to find any words.Hiseyes bounce between mine as he questions me. “ShouldI?ShouldIclaim your pussy,Blair?Isthat what you want from me?”

Inod my head but he catches my chin in his grip and commands, “Words.”

“Yes,”Ianswer.

OnceI’mcompletely naked,Emmetttugs off his hoodie and pulls down his sweatpants.IrealizeI'venever seen him naked, despite my body always winding up bare to him.Hestands to his full height, my guess is somewhere over six feet, and my eyes roam over every naked inch of him on display.

Hismuscles ripple with movement and there's black ink scattered all over his chest and arms.Whenhe turns around for a moment,Inotice they cover the majority of his back too.

Heturns to face me again and movement catches my eye, causing me to look down.Icome face to face with his hard cock, thick and veiny.Itjerks against his stomach as if it’s trying to get my attention.It'sdifferent from seeing it in the darkness of the night at the cemetery.

Here, in the bright light of his room,Ican see everything.

Seeminglyfinding the ability to speak,Ido.It’snot a protest that leaves my lips but a statement. “Th-that’s not going to fit inside me,Emmett.Noway.”Ifervently shake my head as his low chuckle fills my ears.

“Oh, it'll fit, sweet girl.Youwere made for me, made to take my cock.Allten inches will be buried inside your wet cunt,Blair.”

Hebrings his hand behind my head and grips my neck from behind, lifting my face to meet his.Hesmashes his lips to mine, the taste of mint and tobacco, and something uniquely him explodes on my tastebuds.We’rea mess of clashing teeth, saliva, and hunger.

Histongue dances with mine as he uses his free hand to cup my breast.Hebreaks the kiss and brings his mouth to my nipple.Attachinghis lips to the bud he sucks and licks the point, using his free hand to pull and twist on the other one.

Fuck.

Ihate how easily my body surrenders to him.Desireskirts down my spine as an ache forms between my thighs.Alow, needy whimper falls from my lips asIrun my nails through his hair, grabbing the longer ends at the back.

“Yes, that feels so good,Emmett.”Igasp, surprised by the breathiness of my voice.Hecontinues massaging and sucking on my breasts until the pulsing between my legs demands his attention.Hedoesn’t even have to ask before pleas start to fall from my lips.

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