Page 57 of Possess Us
When I feel the silk, I hook my finger around it and very, very, very carefully retrieve them.
When I get free, she lets out a relieved moan. Sweat covers her skin, and she’s flushed crimson.
‘Open your mouth.’
She does.
I slip the soaking silk between her lips and return my cock to her pussy. I fuck her as she needs. Slowly. Deeply. My thumb caresses her clit, and I work her until she’s a writhing mess beneath me.
Her moans drift out from behind the silk filling her mouth, and when her back arches, I know she’s ready to come apart for me.
Everything inside me tightens, and when she screams in pleasure, I explode, filling her devilish cunt with all I have to offer.
My beautiful, perfect, terrified Pretty Prey.
She spits out the silk and sits suddenly, yanking her hands from the doctor and grabbing my face.
Amused and thoroughly satisfied, I watch her. She looks livid. The fear gone, replaced with fury for what I put her through. Her eyes search mine.
She’s beautiful when scared. And she’s a goddess when she’s angry.
Her lips crash onto mine, and she kisses me deeply. I kiss her back, my arms wrapping around her to pull her in close.
Oh yes. This one will do fucking nicely.
I’m definitely keeping her.
Chapter 13
Willow
Ihave never felt more alive than I do right now. More powerful. Stronger.
As I watch the demon of fear strip a body of her costume before gently dressing me in it, I know I have faced their trials.
And I have passed.
As he buttons up the dress, the doctor and two nurses wander deeper into the house. They join the screams of the others as they hunt or are hunted.
No longer am I in a nurse's outfit, but a black clown dress covered in red polka dots. The skirt is little more than a tutu, and he puts my hair in pig tails.
I sit, my legs dangling over the side, swaying gently back and forth, enjoying the care he takes as he gets my hair just right.
He looks down at me with curiosity in his dark and soulless eyes.
But they’re not empty. Something more than a simple soul now lives in Kai’s body. Something I set free. Something I survived.
‘Fear?’
‘Yes, Pretty Prey?’
He softly tucks some loose strands of hair behind my ear.
‘Not everyone in this house deserves to die.’
He tilts his head, looking at me as the others did when I questioned them. Curious. Not mad. Perhaps a little amused.
More screams come from down the many halls. Growls and snarling, too.
