Page 7 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)
Chapter Five
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I meet her eyes from across the room. She’s glaring daggers at me from her chained-up position on the floor.
Tethered like an animal that can’t be trusted to be off leash for even a moment.
I can see it on her face, she’s plotting her escape, or my death in that fucked-up head of hers.
My cum has dried on her skin and flakes off like snowflakes every time she moves, sticking to her sweat-slicked and blood-caked skin.
The silence is as thick as the tension swirling between us.
Anticipation vibrates through me. How does she want it?
Does she want to run? I know how the chase feeds her fucked-up desires—they match mine.
My dick swells in my pants, and I free it from its denim prison.
Her shocked expression forces a moan to spill from my lips.
No bitch that came before Mallory compares to her, to the feelings I get from simply looking at her.
Does she want to be forced today? To choke and gag on my cock until she’s a spit covered mess?
I fuckin’ hope so.
“Show me your tits, darlin’.” She refuses, slowly shaking her head from side to side, but it just makes me harder.
“You know I love it when you resist. Do you like knowing that your disobedience turns me on?” She’s silent now, still as a statue.
Such a clever girl. “You know, no reaction is still a reaction.” I rise from my seat in the centre of the room, casually making my way over to her as I leisurely stroke my cock.
It drips its eagerness out onto the dirt floor, thirsting for the glide of her warm tongue against my shaft.
She recoils as I advance upon her, and the urge to play with my food before eating it surfaces.
“Do you know how hard it is to be at your own crime scene while sporting a full chub?” I ask, seeing her face contort in disgust as the confession spills from between my teeth.
“Watching everyone flounder about, looking for clues, and picking apart every detail of what I did. Seeing their reactions to my carnage is almost as good as the kill itself.” I groan as my fist tightens around my shaft, holding back the urge to spurt until I’m between her lips.
“You’re sick.” She finally speaks, and it’s a shot straight to my sack. Euphoric giddiness snakes its way up my spine because I finally got another reaction from her.
“So are you, just in a slightly different way.” I inch closer to her and her back flushes up against the stone wall of the cellar.
Nowhere to run now, pretty girl. I look down at her.
My darlin’s fear is suppressed by her anger, and it does things to me.
She refuses to cower no matter how scared she is, and it’s hot as fuck.
“Lucky for me, your sickness matches mine. It’s what will keep you alive longer than the rest. You know how to play the part I want, and better yet, you enjoy it.
” She’s stone faced as I tap the tip of my length against her lips, nothing but indifference scrawled across her features.
“Open up, darlin’.” She doesn’t. That’s fine, I always get what I want.
I reach into my trousers, pulling out my pocket knife.
I slide the blade out, and with the speed of a bullet leaving a gun, she tries to run from me.
I don’t know where she expects to go…she’s collared and chained to the wall. Such an idiotic move.
It’s always so interesting to see how each woman’s survival instincts kick in, causing them to act erratically and irrationally.
My left hand snaps out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and yanking her back to her knees in front of me.
She yelps in pain, and I shove my cock into her hot, wet mouth.
Her jaw goes slack. “Suck,” I command, but she ignores me.
I shake her roughly, “Fucking suck me, darlin’.
” Still nothing. I glare down at her, her eyes have glazed over, empty and emotionless.
No fear, no anger, no hatred…just vacant.
We can’t have that. I drag the blade down her cheek, watching as the pain snaps her back to reality.
A thin line of blood appears from the splitting of her skin, and I run my fingers through it.
“Bite me and I’ll slice off your nipples next.
” I suck her blood off my fingertips as I begin to thrust in and out of her mouth.
I can’t believe she’s here with me, that I was able to snatch her so easily.
I knew keeping those cell phones would come in handy.
Fuck, I’m a genius. Officer Graves doesn’t deserve Mallory, or the captain position he’s being trained for.
His uncle is playing favourites and everyone knows it.
That position should be mine, I’m the superior officer, even though I’m not treated as such .
My cock stiffens as I aggressively fuck her face, the blade leaving little nicks in her cheek with each thrust. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, but the result has me cumming down her throat.
Her blood coats my groin as I shove her head down on my length, burying her nose in my pubes.
She gurgles around me, cum spurting from the sides of her mouth as she tries to breathe around my dick.
“Breathe through your nose and swallow me down, darlin’, then it will be over… for now."