Page 83 of Creep

“What a good girl you are, Lia,” my stalker said, his praise fucking me up a little more each time. Tears stung my eyes, and I shook my head in denial. “And you know what happens to good girls, don’t you?”

God, I really didn’t want to find out.

“They get rewarded.”

“Then let me go,” I gritted out.

He laughed. I slapped him, and my aim proved true, even in the dark, when I made contact with his cheek. For a moment, we both froze. Me, because I couldn’t believe I had done that, and him… well, I didn’t know why.

Then he surprised me when he laughed again. I flinched at the sound.

“There’s my beautiful, ferocious girl.”

He kissed me once more, this one just as brutal as all the other ones we shared. I couldn’t think anymore, my body fighting against my own need to give in to the pleasure and the fear I still felt from the slap, afraid he might retaliate still.

But…

He hadn’t hurt me. Not like that. Not in the way I had thought he would. And I realized how messed up it was that I was now justifying his actions.

My thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind when I felt his lips and hands move. He kissed his way down my body as his hands moved to the hem of my shirt. He pushed it up despite my weak protest.

“No,” I said, trying to push the shirt back down. As thin as it was, it had been my only defense so far.

“What did I say, baby? Say it like you mean it.”

I did mean it… didn’t I?

He pulled the shirt up and over my head.

Cold air blasted over my skin, hardening my nipples and leaving me defenseless. My only saving grace was that if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me… or my face. I could guard my thoughts then, couldn’t I?

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, moving his lips down over my skin, his tongue darting out and licking over my collarbones, the top swell of my breasts, the sides…

“How would you know?” I challenged. I felt him still against me.

Then he pulled back slightly and said, “Because God made you for me. You’re perfect for me.”

How unhinged and possessive he sounded. What would he do if he knew about Mael?

“You’re crazy,” I breathed out.

“Crazy?” he asked. I felt him smile against my skin. “I can show you crazy.”

He wrapped his lips around my nipple before I could say anything. My back automatically arched from the sensation, and I moved my fingers through his hair, tugging on it to get him to let go. The pain didn’t seem to deter him. If anything, it felt like it might just spur him on.

I quickly let go of him from the thought, but that only gave him the chance to move to my other nipple.

“Fuck!” I shouted when I felt him bite me. “What the fuck was that for?”

He hummed around me instead of answering, pushing one hand down between my legs and cupping me over my sleep shorts. I jolted from the sensation, squeezing my legs together, but that only trapped his hand there. He bit me again, obviously in response to that, and I relaxed my muscles, hoping that would get him to stop.

It did.

But it only got his hand moving once more as he worked me over. My head fell back against the mattress.

I bit my lip to keep from making any sound. The last thing I wanted was for him to think this was okay. Nothing with him had ever been okay.

He kissed further down my body. “Don’t hold back, baby.”

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