Page 46 of Wicked Nasty

Iwakefrommynap, disoriented and confused by the strange banging noise reverberating through the house. It pulses through the walls, shaking me awake as I try to decipher where it's coming from.

Feeling a sense of unease, I slowly make my way downstairs, the sound growing louder with each step. It's melodic now, like music playing on a constant loop. As I reach the basement stairs, the noise is nearly deafening.

Curiosity propels me forward and I cautiously open the door, descending into the dimly lit space. The noise swells around me, filling every inch of the room and leaving no escape. And then I see him.

Danny.

His shirtless body glistens with sweat as he moves to the beat of an invisible rhythm. His muscles ripple and flex with each punch he delivers to the punching bag hanging in front of him.

But what catches my attention are the tears streaming down his face, contradicting the physical strength he exudes.

A mix of emotions swirls within me as I watch him. Desire courses through my veins at the sight of his toned physique, but I've never seen Danny like this before - so vulnerable and raw.

I can't bring myself to look away as I continue to watch him, transfixed by the intensity emanating from him.

Danny's icy stare pierces through me as our eyes meet. He wipes away the tears streaming down his face before turning to me with a menacing grin.

I try to escape, scrambling up the steps, but Danny catches my arm in a vice-like grip and yanks me back down. My back slams against the wall as his fingers wrap around my throat, cutting off my breath.

Fear should be consuming me, but I find myself strangely turned on by his dominance.

"Why the hell are you down here?" Danny sneers, his voice dripping with malice.

"I heard a noise," I gasp out.

"Well, congratulations. You found the noise," he taunts.

I nod nervously, unable to look away from his intense gaze.

"Why didn't you just walk away?" he demands.

"I... uh..." My words are cut off by Danny's hand gripping onto my ponytail and pulling my head back to face him.

He leans in close, nipping at my neck with sharp teeth as a sinister smile spreads across his face.

Danny growls into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me why,Rebecca.”

I snap back at him, my voice laced with venom. “I don't fucking know!”

He releases me and takes a step back, his eyes burning with anger. “Get on your knees.”

My heart races as I stare up at him in shock. “What?”

He looms over me, his towering figure making me feel small and powerless. “I said get on your goddamn knees.”

Without hesitation, I sink down to the ground until I am on my hands and knees.

Why am I feeling so turned on right now? It's sick and twisted.

Danny stares down at me hungrily, his hand pulling down his shorts to reveal his throbbing cock. My mouth waters at the sight of it.

“Suck my cock, Becs,” he commands in a low voice that sends a wave of desire through my body.

I wet my lips with my tongue before taking his cock into my mouth. My hands move up, one firmly gripping him while the other steadies me on his thigh.

Danny's fingers tangle in my ponytail, gently guiding my head back and forth as he groans in pleasure.

"That feels so fucking good. Don't stop," he urges me.

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