Page 76 of My Girl

His lips don’t move.

Panic, then anger, flows through me, filling me with an uncomfortable heat.

“Say something!” I demand. “Say something, damn it! You killed my father, and I’m keeping that a secret because I don’t care. I just want someone who sees me for who I am, just like I see you.”

“I should kill you,” he says.

A chill sweeps over me. It’s true. We should kill each other for all the shit we’ve seen. If I kill him, it would be justice, and if he kills me, it would be insurance.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” I whisper. “But fuck me first. Fuck me like you fucked her, because I know you did.” I wrap his fingers around the rope, forcing him to grip the natural fibers. “I want to feel what it’s like. I want to know what it felt like when she died.” Tingling spreads across my face in a mix of pleasure and anticipated pain. “I know you want that too.”

My heart beats in my throat.

“It may snap your neck,” he says.

“I know.”

“It will strangle you.”

“I know.”

“You might die.”

“I know,” I say. “I trust you.”

His jaw tightens into a smile. “You’re very, very stupid for trusting me.”

“You’re stupid for trusting me too.”

His lips twitch. He knows I’m right. Both of us have each other locked in a place of danger, truth, and trust. No matter where we come out, both of us will either win or drown in the evidence of who we really are.

I put the noose around my neck. Crave goes into the corner of the basement and returns with a small stool. I stand on it, and he removes my clothes, then aims his cock at my entrance. He braces my thighs, and those barbells and rings cut me in half.

I hold his shoulders, supporting myself. I clutch the base of his neck, my fingers sliding across the zipper on the back of his mask. My mind races as he pulls me off of the stool, the noose constricting around me. My vision darkens at the edges, my pussy throbbing around his metal and flesh shaft. I don’t know why, but I want everything that has to do with him. I want to be with him. I want tobehim. He’s a killer, and those urges are inside of me too.

I pull the zipper’s latch, unzipping the back of the mask. Crave keeps goring me with his cock. Every noise tunnels in my ears, drowning out every logical thought.

His breath.

My wheezing.

The last ounces of truth.

He won’t let me die. Not like this. I know that deep inside of my soul. He wouldn’t waste a victim like that. Not with what we’re capable of.

Still, my instincts fight. I flail. Panic surges inside of me, my thoughts swirling until there’s nothing but survival and need. Because this is it. This is where I die. In a house where more than six people died. It’s pathetic to find comfort in a man who killed my father, the same man who may kill me right now, but I finally feel like I belong.

“You think you’re fucking the man who killed your father,” he grunts. “What a dirty, pathetic little girl.”

My pussy constricts around his violent shaft. It’s true; I don’t care though, because Crave is hard, and he’s stabbing into me, and I’ve never felt more like myself than I do with him. A killer. The man who killed my father. The man who wants me so badly, he’s willing to risk his freedom. The man who can still kill me right now. But he won’t, because he needs me.

My muscles contract, and as I fall into the abyss of pleasure and pain, I rip off his mask. Crave gasps, sucking in cold air. My heart stops. He keeps thrusting. His jaw clenches as he growls into me.

Dark, bulbous eyes stare back at me. A widow’s peak hairline. His teeth bared, jagged and raw. Officer Gaines.

Crave.

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