Page 14 of His to Fear
A horrified expression takes over me, but I can’t decide if I want to run away from him or lean into whatever madness is happening. The fluttering of my pulse in my neck gives me away, and there’s a curiosity lingering under the surface. A desire to see what this will all lead to.
He leans closer, and I can feel something hard wedged between us. Heat blooms in my cheeks, a traitorous rush of desire mingling with an obvious fear.
Shame gushes through me, and I attempt to sidestep him. Right as I do, a stinging sensation blossoms over the side of my neck. I flinch, wincingand the sharp note of pain.
In the silence that follows, I hear his sharp intake of breath. Startled, as though the axe nicked him instead of me.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” There’s a hint of anger hiding in his voice. “Are you trying to get yourself hurt?”
I can’t help my scoff. Before I even have the time to react, I see him raising the axe, certain he’s going to fucking decapitate my head like those dolls hanging in the trees further away. Instead, he swings the axe into the trunk right beside my head, ultimately trapping me but also making sure the sharp object isn’t at risk of hurting me even more.
“How oddly sweet,” I mumble sarcastically.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something incoherent under his breath, before tugging a rope free from the back pocket of his hands in one swift movement. I didn’t even see it when he approached. “That smart mouth of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble, darlin’.”
Before I can register what’s happening, he’s wrapping the rope around my waist, yanking me tight against the tree. His body presses closer as he secures my wrists behind the trunk, pulling them through with the sturdy threads until it bites into my skin. With a practiced flick, he ties it together at my front, leaving me bound and unmoving.
The whiff of his cologne fills my lungs, sending a dizzy rush through my head. The shock soon settles in like static in my veins when he takes a step back. As if marveling in his handiwork.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“Making sure you can’t hurt yourself anymore.”
“If you hadn’t come near me, we wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place.”
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” A lazy smirk stretches his lips, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
He raises the axe slowly, the rough wooden handle pressing against my lips. He’s careful as he positions the axe vertically, the blade safely angled away before he forces the handle into my mouth like a gag. The taste of pine and metal floods my senses, a strange mix of fear and arousal twisting inside me.
“Shhh, now, baby.” His voice is a soothing caress that balms my soul.
He crouches, careful to avoid the sharp blade of the axe Then his tongue drags up the side of my throat, hot against the cold trickle sliding down my naked skin. That’s when I realize I’m bleeding, and this stranger just straight-up licked it clean.
He sucks on my skin, teeth grazing as he gently bites, tasting the skin from me.
“You even taste feisty,” he murmurs against me, and a shudder works its way up my spine.
I’m too stunned to react, too turned on by this stranger to actually think of anything appropriate to do. All I can feel is the desire growing inside me to have a manwantme.
I shouldn’t find a stranger pinning me against a tree with his rope, his axe inside my mouth gagging me, and his mouth licking the blood from my neck so hot, but I somehow do.
What is wrong with me?
A lot.
Finally, he pulls the handle away from my mouth when my eyes water. I gag.
“What do you want from me?” I swallow, trying to sound strong, but my voice is way too breathy.
His leather glove wraps around my throat, slightly putting pressure on it. I gasp loudly when I feel him bending down, his legs splitting mine apart.
“I want to see that scared little expression of yours when you realize there’s no way out of here.” He presses a chaste kiss against the side of my mouth, and my lips tingle with the sudden desire to press mine against his. Feel him upon me. “I want to kill everyone in this forest and draw you a bath of blood. You do lookgorgeousin red.” His head tilts down, staring at the red details all over my outfit. “Blood suits you.”
His hand trails over my dress, reaching down to my breastsuntil his fingers circle my nipples through the fabric. I can’t help but pant.
“Y-you’re a lunatic,” I breathe, but desire is making my mind foggy.
“And you’re such a flirt.”
