Page 27 of Gluttony (Seven Deadly Sins #4)

So I do my thing. I pack up, put my phone in my purse, tidy up my desk and make sure the cleaning staff can circulate in my tiny office.

Once I’m satisfied, I smile a secret smile, excited to find out what my origami will be tonight.

The rabbits have stopped, only the wolves this week, but they all have something unique about them.

The color or the shape of their positions, like sitting or howling.

Like an obsessed teenager waiting for a text from her crush, I’ve collected all the gifts and set up a little shelf in my apartment.

If this continues any longer, I’ll have to free up more space for them.

When I turn, ready to head to the bathroom, a loud clank accompanies the complete and total shutdown of the lights.

“What the fuck?!”

I’m not a fan of dark rooms and the only reason I’m not freaking out yet is the fact the emergency exit lights are still on, giving me just enough to see in front of me.

As soon as a gloved hand presses firmly against my mouth and nose, leaving just enough slack so that I can continue breathing, every fiber of my being jumps into high alert. It’s not just a black out, it’s voluntary and I’m the fucking target…again.

My first reaction is a back kick aimed for the shin, but all I get is thin air so I try to head butt, except his hold is too damn firm and I’m going nowhere. But when he speaks, I freeze.

“Waiting for something?” He’s whispering but I recognize his voice. I know the intonation to the words, the filth that fills every one of his syllables.

I hesitate because now that I know who it is, I want to know just how far he’s willing to take it. So, I shake my head, lying outright.

“Such a pretty little liar.” Too fast for me to react, he presses me against the nearest wall, gentler than anticipated, and covers my entire back with his front, making sure his long, hard cock nudges the base of my ass. “Do you know what we do to liars?”

Again, I shake my head, and this time I’m being sincere. What exactly do you do to liars? Smack their asses until they’re the color of tomatoes? Fuck them until their brains cells pass out? Or are we talking something more somber? I honestly do not know.

“Time to find out.” If I didn’t know what punishment I was about to have just seconds ago, I’m even less clued in now about what he’s planning.

My adrenaline spikes, making my limbs shake with anticipation and wondering which instinct will take over, the fight or flight.

“I’ll give you a thirty second head start but if I catch you, you pay the price.

The longer it takes me to find you, the heftier the reward. ”

Forgetting that my mouth is covered by his hand, I still try to speak but all that comes out is a mumble. When he releases my mouth, sliding his hand down to my throat and squeezing just enough to get my blood pumping, I try again.

“What’s the reward?” The logical, self preserving question would have been about the punishment so that I could anticipate the danger and make sure I get as far away from him as possible. But what’s the fun in that?

“My dick so far up your cunt, you’ll taste my cum every time you breathe in.”

Well, damn.

“What’s the punishment if you catch me?”

“Fuck around and find out.”

Well fuck. That doesn’t help me.

“Are you ready?” Am I? Before I answer his question, I visualize my surroundings, the places I can hide, the nooks and crannies where I could possibly fit.

The office is now mapped out in my mind and I hope I don’t fuck it all up because I may know what the reward is but I have no idea what the consequences of his game will be.

“Yes.” One word. One last second before my body starts juicing up the energy to get me to safety. To find a place to hide, to give me just enough time to be out of danger. If that’s even possible.

His hand squeezes one last time in sync with the sound of cracking coming from his mouth just as the scent of peppermint wafts under my nose.

A small smile escapes but he doesn’t know, he can’t see me and his hand is no longer at my mouth.

For all he knows, I’m scared out of my mind and trying to save myself from death… or worse.

“Run!”

I don’t hesitate. As soon as he releases me, I burst into a sprint and run around a few places hoping to distract him and throw him off my scent. The man is like a fucking bloodhound but if I play my cards right, I might actually win this thing.

Except, when he starts whistling some creepy sound I don’t recognize it throws me off and I hesitate. I know he’s giving me a head start but for some reason, I don’t trust that he’ll keep his word.

“Fun facts.” Oh great, he’s going into teacher mode.

Just what I need, another distraction. Hell, he’s even putting on a fake American accent.

“Wild rabbits zig zag across the prairie to avoid getting pounced on by a predator.” I come to a sudden halt at his words.

This motherfucker. “Are you zigzagging, pretty Little Rabbit, or are you propped up on your hind legs watching for me?”

To be clear, I was just trying to avoid bumping into shit, like desks and chairs and random boxes against the wall. His voice is just far enough that if I crawl through Ginny’s space, I could make it to his office and hide in his private bathroom.

The whistling starts up again and this time he’s moving, the thirty seconds clearly having passed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I never realized that knees make so much noise on the marble floor.

I must be bonier than I ever imagined. My breaths are coming in quick and shallow, the fear real even though I know this is a game of predator teasing the prey.

As I round the corner of Ginny’s desk, I slide along the wall, flattening myself to it as best I can. The bathroom is within reach but my heart rate is at dangerous levels, and although physically impossible, I’m afraid he can hear the thump, thump, thump behind my ribs.

Funny how the fear of being chased masks the pain of bruised bones.

“Little Bowie Rabbit had a fly upon her nose, little Bowie Rabbit had a fly upon her nose…” Sliding into the closet of his bathroom, I slap my hands to my mouth in hopes of masking my nervous giggles. Is he…singing that Peter Rabbit song?

The warmth in my blood turns to ice as his voice grows closer and the nursery rhyme gets creepier and creepier. I’m not too proud to admit that I’m equal parts turned on and scared out of my fucking mind.

Beyond the singing and the anticipation, it’s the sudden silence that makes this feel all too real.

What if I’m wrong?

What if he’s not who I think he is?

What if his endearing red flags are actual, dangerous, life-threatening red flags?

I don’t know what the fuck I’m playing at right now, why I even think I can continue this game and not lose a part of myself doing it.

By the time I decide I’m getting the fuck out of this place, I hear the tiny crunch of teeth on hard candy and it takes every ounce of self-preservation for me not to scream in pure terror.

My ears are pounding in rhythm with my panicking heart but I don’t think he can hear me. When I wipe my hands on my now-ripped pantyhose, the sweat on my palms is a direct consequence of the anxiety I’m trying to fight in order to survive this very dangerous game I thought I could play.

Clearly, I’m a fucking idiot. Worse, I’m the dumbass in B-movies running toward the killer then screaming because he’s caught me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I’m so lost in my self-deprecation that it takes me a second to understand that something is sliding under the closet door. Fuck, oh my God, he’s here?

I don’t dare move or else the fabric of my clothes will alert him to my presence here.

Except he already knows, doesn’t he? My eyes are staring at the origami he’s just slid my way, a bright light illuminating it from under the door.

It’s not a rabbit and it’s not a wolf.

With black construction paper, he’s made me a vulture.

“The very hungry caterpillar feasts solely on your pussy. It devours every ounce and drinks up all your cum. The very hungry caterpillar doesn’t turn into a butterfly. It eats and eats and eats until it turns into a vulture.”

Did I say red flag? I mean blood red, the reddest of reds. I’m in fucking danger right now and the worst part of it all is that my mind keeps circling back to his words and wondering just how well he’d eat my pussy.

“Oh, Bowie, how this evil bird wants to swoop in and take you away.” The closet door swings open but I’m in the far corner with my legs pulled up to my chest.

He can’t see me, he can’t see me, he cannot see me.

“Your first mistake was to think you could run from me. Your second was to believe I couldn’t follow your scent as easily as a wolf finds its way back home.

” My brain doesn’t have time to comprehend his threat before steel claws latch on to my ankles and I’m suddenly sliding across the floor.

Above me, a shadow and the light of his phone shining down on my face.

When he leans down, he wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me up. I have to scramble to follow his lead so he doesn’t rip my head off my shoulders. Except standing is fucking hard when your legs are weak like Jell-O and shaking from the pure shock of fear he put into me.

Never in my life have I felt so fucking vulnerable.

“Little Rabbit, you did so well. I almost had to try hard.” Hadley accentuates his words by kneeling between my legs and cupping my pussy.

“I wonder what’s making you wet…me or this adrenaline rush?

” I want to answer him but my throat is dry and my tongue feels two sizes too big in my mouth. “No matter, you’re mine either way.”

This time, he doesn’t just cup my pussy, he rips the pantyhose right off and snaps my thong in two, leaving me bare and vulnerable as he presses me firmly against the wall.

“I’m touched that you chose my office. Seems fitting.” The unmistakable sound of his zipper is like a delicious omen echoing in the room and where my mouth was dry seconds ago, it is now filled with saliva.

Hadley fiddles with his phone and not three seconds later we’re bathed in an alarming reddish light coming from the back of his office. It would be romantic if I weren’t questioning all of my life choices right now.

Do I want this? I’m not sure. I don’t fucking know. Which means he has no fucking clue, either.

He drags his fingers through the slit of my pussy and brings them to his mouth, his tongue lapping up every inch of his skin. I can’t look away, I’m so mesmerized by his hunger…for me.

“Your cunt is even more delicious than your mouth. You wanna know why?”

I nod, sure that if I speak I’ll say something to kill this vibe.

“Because this…” He licks his fingers again and stares straight at me. “Your pussy, your cum, your need for me? It doesn’t fucking lie.”

What the fuck is he talking about? Obviously not the giant con artist elephant in the room or else I’d be in fucking jail right now, not getting my pussy fucked with very talented fingers.

When he thrusts to the hilt and curls the tips, I think I see stars. Not constellations and planets and shit, but twinkling lights that start dancing around my vision. I arch my back and reach out to my sides for something, anything to grab on to. All I get is empty walls.

Just when I think I’m about to explode, the ecstasy stops. Everything just…stops.

“What…?”

“There it is. I like your voice. It’s scratchy and smooth all at once. It’s a contradiction and I wanna hear it while I fuck you, right here, in my office.”

The next thing I know, he’s ripping the wrapper of a condom with his teeth, watching only me as he sheathes himself, a devilish smirk playing havoc with my mind.

“I should have fucked you in our apartment but this’ll do just fine.” Just as he cups my jaw, his thumb beneath my chin and his index finger behind my ear, he grabs onto my thigh and heaves me up so I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

The feel of him inside me is a shock to my system. I choke on my breaths, unable to gulp down air as my body, my pussy, my mind try to adjust to his sheer size and his overwhelming presence all around me. When he grunts, I get a strange feeling of power from the small sound.

I made him do that and I want to hear it again.

Squeezing my pussy walls like I’m majoring in Kegels, I open my eyes and watch him for every and any signs that I’ve just affected him as much as he affected me.

“Are you being a naughty little rabbit? Trying to top from the bottom?”

There is no need for words so I just offer him a tiny smile before my teeth sink into my bottom lip when he pulls back and slams right back inside me.

I think I scream. I know I do something but I’m not sure what the fuck sound just came out of my mouth.

“That’s right, Little Rabbit. Scream for me. In fact…” His mouth is at my ear as his dick pummels in and out of my pussy with the precision of a finely tuned instrument. “Try to run, see if I let you go.”

Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I play his game and try to unhook my legs from around his waist. His hand squeezes my flesh to the point of pain, which only makes his hips thrust harder and faster and has his mouth closer and closer to my lips.

“I’ll never let you go, Little Rabbit. You can run, you can even hide, but this wolf will always find you. Then fuck you for your efforts.”

I don’t know if it’s his delicious cock or filthy words that have my orgasm erupting inside me but at this point, who fucking knows or cares?

My screams are loud and my voice breaks from the sheer force of it.

Hadley’s panting into my mouth, stealing my oxygen and taking me to the edge of consciousness.

I’m about to pass out when his name slips from between my lips and my body goes almost completely limp.

It’s barely audible, just a tiny whisper of pleasure and exhaustion.

“Hadley…”

“That’s my good Little Rabbit.”