Page 66 of Drown Like Heaven
It was like hewantedto kill me.
Did he?
My body tightened, heat pooling low in my stomach as one of his hands slid between my legs. His fingers sought out my clit, expertly rubbing me over my swimsuit. I’d already been turned on before he dragged me down here, so it felt good. But Icouldn’tbreathe. If I blacked out this time, what would happen? Would I inhale water once I was unconscious? I didn’t want to find out.
His cock was so hard. So thick and so hard while he played with my body, holding me captive down here with him. He’dpromisedhe wouldn’t push me down.
Fucking liar.
Liar.
I’m never seeing you again after this. Nothing you say will convince me to put myself back in this situation. You said you wouldn’t hold me down. You said that straight to my face.
He grabbed my bikini top and yanked one of the triangles to the side, exposing my breast. I jerked in his hold, his arm pinning mine down when I tried to cover myself again.
My pussy was throbbing.
He yanked the other side of my bikini, bunching the fabric up so my tits were fully uncovered, soft currents swishing over my sensitive skin. I thrashed against his hold, my nipples hardening in the cool water. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly, still thrusting his hips against me.
God, what the fuck is going on?
My heart was beating so hard it hurt, my body drenched in pleasure and pain and terror and bliss. He alternated between my nipples, skimming the flat of his palm over them as they pulled tight and sensitive. I couldn’t stop squirming in his arms, wanting more,needingmore.
How was it even possible for me to enjoy something like this? I was scared out of my mind, seconds away from drowning, and somehow about to come. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, my limbs paralyzed in the water.
Arching my back, I rubbed my ass on his dick, my thoughts muffled and nonsensical now.I like this.I like this so much I would let him kill me for it.
But I couldn’t like it. Ididn’tlike it.
He grabbed my breast roughly, thumb flicking over my nipple as I pressed my head back against his warm shoulder.Yes. Harder.As if he could hear my thoughts, he moved his palm across to my other breast, each fingertip a dull point of discomfort on my flesh as he squeezed me roughly, pinching my nipple hard enough to lace the pleasure with pain.
I could feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body, my clit pulsing between my legs, swollen and needy.
Mason’s hand glided down my belly, pushing into my bikini bottoms, stretching the material. He rubbed the pad of his middle finger back and forth over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect speed.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to fuck him.
I wanted to fuckingkill him.
He hooked his fingers in the gusset of my bottoms and pulled them to the side too, running his fingertips along my bare pussy. Like I was a toy for him to play with, to do whatever he wanted with. I felt him push down the front of his boxers, and then his cock was brushing my pussy, skin on skin.
The pressure on my head was making me dizzy, the fire in my lungs spreading down my limbs as I strained.
He didn’t let me go, didn’t stop rubbing my aching clit with the head of his cock.
He was sowarm,nudging my entrance, angling up to press on my clit again.
My lungs were spasming. I was starting to realize that I was going to breathe, whether I wanted to or not, and if he didn’t let me go, I was going to inhale ocean water. I was going todie.
Raw, animalistic fear and instinct were taking over. My body was on fire, agony in my veins, darkness claiming my mind.
He’s actually going to kill me.
I need to breathe right now. I need to breathe right now or else I’m going to die down here with him.
Fuck. I don’t want this.
