Page 73 of The Monster of Hotel No. 7
“Keep touching me,” she moans out, her lips pale pink and so perfect I want to bite them.
She slowly bends her knees, distracting me from her mouth, and plants her bare feet on the sheets. I notice her toes, slender and beautiful, painted with a pastel shade of pink. Carefully, her legs trembling, she spreads her knees wide, her dress slipping up higher, revealing the black of her underwear, and my jagged finger beneath the scrap of fabric.
I smell her, clean and earthy, the scent enough to make my body light withneed.
“Look at me, at least,” she whispers. “I want to be the first girl you really see.”
My chest heaves and I don’t remove my hand from her eyes, but I can’t help it.
I pinch the fabric of her underwear and shift it over to the side, revealing short, brown-blonde hair, the curve ofher,the inner crease of her thighs. My pulse is wicked inside my head as she lets her knees fall to the side in a way I think must be painful for her, stretching so impossibly far, but it’s enough to open up her labia, to show me the soft pink-red of her and I cannot breathe.
I want to…explore her. I will steal the memories of her flesh upon my fingertips and before I am dragged back, maybe I will let her go.
But perhaps not.
“Touch me, Sullen.” Her back arches off the bed despite the fact I amnottouching her, not aside from my hand over her beautiful eyes.
My heart races. She seems so eager, writhing below me. She is ready to give herself to me, but I know a ruse. I have been tricked by Stein so many times before. Nothing feels real here. If she wasn’t stupidly drunk, she wouldn’t offer herself to me like this.
“I’m going to kill you if you keep…doing this to me,” I whisper, and I mean it. Things would be so much easier if I did. “I don’t like when you mess with me this way, Karia.”
“Sullen.” Her nostrils flare. She inhales so deeply, it is audible between us. “This isn’t a joke. I’m not teasing,I’m offering.I’m so wet for you.Touch me and see.”
“I might…hurt you. I don’t know how to do this.” My voice is choked, the words barely pushing their way out.
“I’d like it if you hurt me.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Do anything you’ve dreamt about.”
“You don’t want that.”
She reaches down when I don’t and splays herself with her fingers, exposing so muchmoreof her to me, glistening and swollen pink flesh, so gorgeous, delicate, and thescentof her drives me insane.
“Touch me.” She brushes aside the fabric of her underwear with the side of her hand, so I don’t have to. “Please, Sullen. Cosmo has. Von, too. They’ve put their—”
I slide my finger down the center of her, my breath catching at how wet she is. So soft and delicate andsoaked.I really could rip her apart. “Don’t talk about them when you’re with me,” I warn her, brushing my index finger over her clit. It is puffy, and she squirms when I touch her there.
“Why?” she gasps out as I try not to focus on my missing fingernail, there, on my index finger. All the monstrous parts of me infecting the angel of her.
My skin crawls despite my lust.
I want to bite her.
I want to drive my filed canines into her here, make her bleed.
She arches her back more, circling her hips around my finger. If only she knew what was really touching her. If only she could see how gross I am.
“You don’t like thinking of other men pushing inside me?” She keeps her fingers hooked into her underwear but glides her hand down until she is spreading herself once more, and this time, I see her tight hole.
I am shaking as I stare at my fingers. Broken and distorted, ripped cuticles and yellowed nails, of those still attached. She wouldn’t wantthatinside of her.
No one will want you.
No one.
“Thenyoudo it,” she urges, ignorant to my internal battle. “You touch me. Replace them. Their fingers, their tongues, their cocks.I want you, Sullen.”
