Page 49 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

I was roughly yanked out and pulled up.

Pain coursed through my mind, washing away everything except the scream of my scalp. I’d never felt anything like it. That horrible ache consumed me. I couldn’t feel anything else but his hold on my hair. I didn’t even know I was screaming until a tear rolled down my cheek and onto my tongue.

Issac growled something that was muffled by the searing curtain of agony taking over my senses.

Then he let go of my hair, and I felt myself flying through the air.

I was too relieved to be free of Issac’s grip that I didn’t care that he had thrown me.

That is, until I bounced off the soft mattress.

I didn’t have time to worry about what was happening.

Issac crawled over me so quickly that I wasn’t sure if I landed on the bed first or if he pulled me down.

It all happened so fast, it was a blur. One second, I was going back under the bed, and the next, I was on it, staring up at the black nothingness of Issac’s mask.

That’s when I remembered the wooden spoon still in my hand.

I didn’t hesitate. I swung as hard and fast as I could, hitting him on the back of the head, shoulder, and chin before either one of us had time to blink.

“Son of a bitch,” he hissed as the spoon smacked off his mask.

I didn’t stop. I kept hitting him. There wasn’t any particular place I was aiming for, I simply swung my weapon and hoped for the best. Issac was fast, but I was mad. Never underestimate the determination of a pissed off woman.

Every time he reached out to grab my arm, I slapped him on the hand. It didn’t prevent him from stopping me, but it did give me time to land a couple of good hits. One of which knocked his mask off.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to slap his face. Issac grabbed my wrist before I could do that and tore the spoon out of my grip.

“You think you’re fucking cute?” He chucked the spoon across the room—I heard it hit a wall. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Will I pay for kicking you in the balls, too?” That was not the right thing to say.

I wasn’t sure if my mouth disconnected from my brain or if my mind was beyond caring, but I was really starting to miss overthinking my responses, especially when Issac’s turquoise eyes darkened and his hand wrapped around my neck.

“You want to play,” Issac hissed in my face. “Let’s play.”

I hadn’t realized how large he was until that moment.

Issac’s palm spanned the width of my neck, swallowing it while his fingers stretched so far around, they touched at the back. The pressure of them caused my pulse to beat hard and frantically in my ears.

He didn’t have to choke me to prove his point. That was the terrifying reality of it. My breath, my voice, my very life sat caged literally in the palm of his hand.

“Look, I know you’re mad,” I whispered as calmly as I could. “But you don’t want to take things too far.”

Reasoning was all I had. It wasn’t like I could fight him off. One flick of his wrist and that would be it. And I wasn’t entirely sure that Issac didn’t want to kill me.

“Oh, Peaches,” he tsked. “We haven’t even started to play yet.” He folded over me and growled in my ear, “I told you, you were mine tonight.”

What did that even mean? Was he going to hurt me? Scare me some more? What did he want with me?

I got my answer when Issac lifted off me and tore the towel from my body.

The buttons shot off somewhere in my room while I desperately covered myself up.

Mortification burned across my chest as I threw my arms over my breasts, crossed my legs, and cursed myself for not taking the time to find clothes before I hid.

“That’s cute,” Issac snickered as if he found my embarrassment amusing.

“This is not cute.” There was nothing cute about this.

“You’re right, it’s not cute. It’s fucking pathetic.”

Issac let go of my neck, grabbed my wrists with one hand, and pulled them off my breasts.

I tried to fight him, but he was too strong.

He slammed my hands down on the bed, stretching my arms over my head with minimaleffort.

My crossed legs were next. Although he had a harder time prying those apart—I used every ounce of strength I had to keep my thighs closed—but he still wedged his hips between them.

Almost immediately, Issac’s eyes drifted to the apex between my thighs. “Goddamn, that is a pretty pussy.”

There was something different in his tone.

Something dark and feral that made my stomach twist. I’d never been more mortified in my life.

Lying there totally exposed with no chance of escape, I couldn’t even fight back.

All I could do was stare at the ceiling, while Issac raked his gaze over me, soaking up every inch of my body.

“I’m going to give you two choices.”

When I didn’t answer, Issac snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you.”

I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Fuck him. I was not going to give him what he wanted.

“Alright,” He sighed. “Have it your way.”

I thought he’d smack me or twist my nipple again like he did in the cafeteria. He seemed to like to use pain to control me. But it wasn’t pain I got this time. It wasn’t even close. Pleasure wracked my body as Issac reached down and flicked that cursed bundle of nerves between my legs.

My stare snapped back to his, as I blurted out, “Stop that.” Panic hit at the thought that we would have a repeat of seven minutes in heaven.

“Oh, now you want to pay attention?”

He did it again, causing me to suck back a moan. Two touches and my body was aching for more. And he didn’t stop there. Issac continued to strum my clit expertly. I hated him for it, and I hated myself more for my lack of experience.

Every flick of his fingers brought me closer to that edge. Something deep inside clawed at me to give in. My pussy was pulsing; every nerve I had lit up. Even my breath felt drawn to him. Despite that, I refused to give in to my carnal urges. I was in control of myself, not Issac.

Gritting through the pleasure he was forcing on me, I lifted my head and hissed in his face, “If you don’t get away from me right now, I will destroy you.”

“Is that before or after you come all over my hand?”

I shook my head, denying the inevitable. “I won’t.”

The pain and torment he inflicted was better than this.

“Oh, but you will. In fact...” He tipped his head down at me. “You’ll beg me to make you come.”

What delusional world was he living in? “Never.”

He could use his magic fingers all he wanted. I would never beg him for anything. I’d die first.

The smirk he gave me in response should’ve told me that something was up. The last thing I expected him to do was push my knees apart and bury his face between my thighs. With my arms free of his hold, I shot up and tried to shove his head away. Then it happened.

Issac’s tongue laved between my folds, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. It felt so good, I had a hard time holding onto my resolve. Especially when he growled, “Fuck, you taste like peaches.”

The vibrations of his deep tone sank into my tender flesh.

I had to put a stop to this. My fingers twisted in his hair, ready to pull him away. Then Issac clamped his mouth around my clit, and I was lost. Ecstasy tingled across my nerves in pure unbridled bliss as Issac continued to feast.

Still, I refused to give up. I held onto my fight for as long as I could. At one point, I even managed to get my hand between his mouth and me, but that just made things worse. Not only was Issac licking me like a lollipop, but I could feel his tongue working.

There was something oddly erotic about that. My body gave in shortly after that. I fell back on the bed and let my hips undulate, seeking more of what Issac was giving me.

That’s when things got bad. Issac would drive me to the very precipice of that edge and then stop, only to do it all over again. This cycle continued for what felt like hours. No matter how much I silently begged him for more, he wouldn’t toss me over the edge, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I was right there, so close I could taste it. And then Issac pulled his mouth away. I felt like crying.

“No,” I whimpered so pathetically, I didn’t recognize my voice.

“Is something wrong, Peaches?”

He was kidding, right? Sweat coated my entire body, my hair stuck to my face, it hurt to breathe, and I couldn’t think clearly. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You can end this anytime you want.” His tongue slithered across my tender flesh, careful to avoid the one area I needed it. “All you have to do is beg.”

I was utterly exhausted yet tenser than I’d ever been. I couldn’t fight him anymore. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please,” I whined again, this time lifting my hips to signify what I wanted.

“Be specific, Peaches.”

“Oh my god.” He was such an asshole. If I could’ve lifted my arm, I would’ve punched him. “Just do it.”

Issac tsked. “That doesn’t sound like begging.”

Seriously? “I hate you.”

“If that’s your idea of begging, then we are in for a long night.”

He couldn’t possibly do this any longer, could he? Issac had to be feeling the effects. I was so frustrated that tears were dripping down my face. My body was so hot it was suffocating. Even his puffs of breath wafting over my tender flesh felt like fire.

“Come on, Peaches,” Issac coaxed, while giving me light little licks that kept me on edge. “Give me what I want, or we’ll do this all night.”

I cracked.

“Please, please, please,” I begged. “End it. I can’t do it anymore. Make me come.”

Issac clamped his mouth on my clit before the last word finished slipping past my lips. Half a second later, I was taken over by a violent orgasm so powerful that it hurt. My body locked and seized while white hot spots blurred my vision.

The last thing I heard before blacking out was Issac whispering in my ear, “You just bent, Peaches.”