Page 189 of Under the Bed

A lighter is waiting for me in one of the cupboards where I hid it. Inside a silver mixing bowl.

My painful erection is tenting my sweats as I set both items on the counter. Loving Shiloh had been a constant itch while I was locked up. A never-ending headache. A snake’s bite that’d spread poison throughout my body for years.

I’m no stranger to pain. In fact, I welcome it. I’m here to take her. And she’s here for it. All of it.

My fucked-up existence belongs to her, and she is mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Last but not least, ice.

That was here since I moved in. Lukewarm water offends me.

The cubes clink into the bowl, filling it up.

Perfect.

When I materialize in the doorway to our bedroom, my heart nearly stops in my chest. Shiloh hasn’t moved an inch. She’s in the same position, down to her spread legs.

Her taut nipples are an invitation. Her arousal begs to be licked.

Then there’s her gaze. Her eyes are drawn to my abs, the blue in them darkening. My body is a momentary distraction before she sees what I have in my hands.

Her chest heaves. Goosebumps race over her soft skin.

What’s that?she asks wordlessly.

“That, my precious victim, is a lighter.” As I step closer, I roll the wheel. Fire sparks.

Disappears the moment I get my fill of Shiloh’s panicked stare. Her body frozen in place.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I’m standing near the edge of the bed, jingling the mixer bowl. Letting her hear its contents rattling inside it. “I brought ice cubes with me. Sure, I could take your pussy with my cock. Could make you cry, make youhate yourself for coming for a monster. It’d mess up this pretty little head of yours. That’s a guarantee.”

A hum through her gag. The fabric is getting darker, her spit soaking it. There aren’t too many things as beautiful and alluring as watching Shiloh being stripped of her power.

And my hoodie isn’t the only part of her that’s soaking.

“Except that’ll be boring as fuck.” I place the bowl on the bed on the other side of her. Take a seat next to her leg that’s closer to me. “Worse than that. It’ll be predictable. I might even yawn.”

Her thighs strain when I bring the lighter to her opening. She’s swollen and pink, so wet she’s dripping into the bed. She should be punished for being a temptation.

For almost—almost—interfering with my plans.

She will.

“What I have in store for you isn’t boring at all.” When I start dragging the lighter in and out of her pussy, her whole body jolts. Her muscles flex, her pussy clenching. Resisting it has to hurt. I’ve never been one to be opposed to pain. “Look at you. Trying to fuck the lighter.”

Helpless, delicious sounds slip past her gag, rattling my bones. I shove the lighter as far as it’d go, then pull it out of her.

I stare at Shiloh, studying her with my head cocked to the side.

It takes one, two, three tries to light up the soaked lighter. I’m a persistent fucker and nothing gets in my way. Nothing will stop me when it comes to her.

We’re both ensnared by the flame for the long seconds I keep my thumb on the wheel.

Time passes and then I’m sure the metal is hot enough. I snuff out the fire. Press my lips and blow so the metal won’t burn her.

“I have no use for your cunt if it’s damaged. It’ll stay in one piece,” I explain through clenched teeth.

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