Page 4 of Massacre Monday
He leans over so far that I shrink back. His warm palm lifts my chin and, for the first time, I’m forced to look into his sparkling irises. Those devilish and mirthful eyes send terror rippling down my spine. “Not good enough,” he says.
With a slight shake of my head, I say, “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
While I scramble to find a reason to convince him to stay on this earth, he lowers his voice and gives me one.
“I want you towantto do it.”
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Stunned,I shake my head, trying to process what I just heard. “You want me to?—”
“Wantto let me fuck your mouth. Yeah.”
He straightens up while I think of any way out of this situation. “Oh. Alright. I-I couldtry, but I don’t think I can…” Can Ifakethe motivation?
I must take too long to finish my sentence because he crosses his arms and blows a heavy sigh onto the top of my head. “Listen, pink cheeks. I’ve had a day.” Half turning, he waves toward the darkness behind him. “I just want to be on my way to the other side. So if you’re not going to stick to your part of the bargain, I see no reason for me to live.”
A sharp inhale catches in the back of my throat. He’s serious. The tone of his voice, irritation covering his countenance, tension bearing down on his back. This man is at the end of his rope. If he dies, I won’t be able to live with myself when I could have closed my eyes and let him put his dick in my mouth.
Besides, worse things could happen. Massacre Monday is approaching, and I need to be prepared.
I peek through my lashes, swallow the lump in my throat, and ask, “On my knees?”
“That’s generally how it’s done.” It comes out monotone, like I’m wasting his time. That he has nothing he wants other than this in life right now.
“Okay.”
His head tilts, as if he’s frustrated with me. “Wow…greatenthusiasm. I feel the cold water burying my rotting corpse as we speak.”
“I mean, yes! Uh, I’ll suck you off.” Chipper this time.
With his hurried bend, I flinch when we meet face to face. His crystal eyes shimmer in the moonlight, dazzling me into stillness. “Try that again. This time, I want you tobeg meto put my cock inside your mouth.”
Whatever hold Nico’s had on me since I was a teen is nothing compared to the fury of fervent desire that floods my senses. My desires are ripped in several directions all at once. On the one hand, I know I should run away and never think about this evening again. If I do, I would only hope that this stranger doesn’t plunge to his death while I’m still here.
On the other hand…
Seductive intoxication stirs inside of me as I gaze into his handsome face until my clit pulses with a foreign need so strong that I want to obey everything he says. The corners of his eyes dance with joy as he smiles, the whites of his teeth glowing in the night. It’s like he’s got a secret and, if I get him to confess it to me, I’ll be free.
Laid bare of responsibility, of the restraints of being the youngest Freidenberg. I’ll find the independence I’ve longed for and waltz into a world whereIcontrol the outcome.
His voice crawls out in a slow drawl as I gather up my reserves. It’s like he’s read my every thought. “You really want me to live, huh?”
“Obviously,” I say through tight lips.
He tilts his head, observing me. Unmoving. Too quiet. Silence stretches between us like a rubber band ready to snap. When he speaks, I already know what my choice is going to be, but I keep my mouth closed. “You’d do anything, then?”
I don’t beg him. Not yet. I’m too stubborn, even though I know where this is heading.
A nefarious grin curls his lips as his eyes light up. “It’s funny. You have every chance to stop me. You could grab me, tackle me. But you don’t. No, I think you want me to beg for my life, don’t you? You want me to look at you and say, ‘please, save me.’”
My breath hitches. “That’s not true!”
“Isn’t it?” His voice drops lower. Darker. “Or maybe you like the power. Maybe you like knowing you can hold a man on the edge and make him submit to your will.”
Is that what I’m doing and don’t even know? I shouldn’t feel this way. Shouldn’t feel a pulse of something traitorous low in my stomach. But it’s there. And he caused it.
His expression flickers just for a second. Something raw, somethingreal, flashes before it vanishes behind a smirk. If I were good at guessing, I’d saydevastationbetrayed the glimmer of his eyes. He steps forward with a shuffle, and my heart rate gallops. “So do it. Take control.” His chilled fingers brush over my heated cheek. “Make me plead with you to save me by begging me to put my cock in your mouth.”
