Page 188 of Under the Bed

“You got yourself into this mess.” Using my weight to keep her pressed to the bed, I reach back to the collar of my hoodie. Pin my hips to hers as I prepare to whip it up and over my head. “This is what you get for seducing a monster.”

She’s thrashing beneath me, rubbing her sweet body on my dick. Tears prick the corners of her eyes when she realizes how hard I am for her. That every inch of my fat cock is going inside her.

Lust, the truly depraved kind, swirls inside me. I pull my fingers out of her throat and whip my hoodie over my head.

Before she can catch her breath, I wring my hoodie and stuff it in her mouth. I make sure it stays in place by pinning the sleeves to the pillows next to her head, leaning on both hands so it remains there.

The thick fabric mutes her fake scream.

While her fingers cut through my shoulders, her eyes wander down my naked chest. She’s helpless against it, and I get off on her gaze as she takes me in. Selfishly, I let her have her fill.

I’ll never get used to her appreciation. The meaning she gives to my miserable existence.

But other things have the same effect on me. Urges that are beyond my control.

“Come here.” I flip her over, tying my hoodie around her head. She cries out, kicking me, her hands reaching back.

“Such a fucking brat.”

In a flash, I turn her onto her back again. I reach to the side, and one of the lamps on the nightstand is in my grip. I yank it out of the wall, wielding it over Shiloh’s face.

A silent threat. Her face pales, her fear palpitating between us. Goddamn addictive.

She whimpers. The tears that have welled in her eyes now run down her temples.

“Here’s how it’s going to go.” At my narrowed eyes, she breaks out in shivers. More tears slip out. I breathe in her terror. Absorb every ounce of it. “I need to get something from the kitchen and I need you to stay put. Disobey me and…”

I rear my arm back. She shakes her head like a good little victim.

“I will bash your face in.”Never. “Then I’ll sodomize your corpse. I’ll take great pleasure in it. Will go through every hole, including the new one I’ll crack through your skull. So now, are you going to stay put?”

This game is an act. Fake through and through.

Her fear isn’t. I can taste it on my tongue. See it in her bulging eyes, the tears cascading from them. She’s pulling away. Sinking into the bed while her shivers intensify.

For. Me.

“Blink once for yes.” I thrust my hips forward, forcing a moan out of her. Most of the sound is absorbed by my hoodie, but I can still hear it. I ache for all of her moans.

It mortifies her, to make these sounds for a monster. The flush of her cheeks deepens. She sobs into her gag, and it’s gorgeous.

“Blink, damn it, or I won’t wait to punish you.” What’s taking her forever? Can’t she see how desperate I am to be inside her? Or is she begging me to do the unthinkable? “I’ll put this lamp to good use if you don’t give me my answer on the count of five. One…”

In an instant, her brow creases. Eyebrows shooting down. Eyes slammed shut.

“Good girl.”

She opens them then, blue eyes glossed over. Furious too.

Losing to me hurts.

“I’ll kiss it better.” Terror returns, flashing over her face. I don’t remember the last time I laughed, if ever. I chuckle now, the sound is wicked. “When I’m ready.”

She growls, but wisely stays in place. She’s a lifelike doll, allowing me to spread her legs apart and position her as I see fit.

Heading to the kitchen, I almost smile to myself. I have no regrets. None.

Why would I when my cruelty makes her wet?

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