Page 22 of Sinister
Running his fingers through my tears, he tries to console me. “Shh. I told you I’ll hurt you if you scream,” he coos, reaching between us and unzipping his pants. I can feel the brush of his fingers against my panties and I choke back a sob.
My wrists burn from the tight restraints, the beads dig into my skin and no doubt leave marks. He holds my bound arms above my head, and I can’t do anything to get free from his tight grip.
“Please, stop,” I whimper against him as my heart thunders in my chest.
His weight lifts off me as he sits up between my legs, still restraining my arms. “You’re trembling.” He traces his fingertips between my breasts and places his palm against my chest to feel my heartbeat. “I can feel your soft thigh quivering against me. Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt too much,” he whispers, depravity coating his every word.
More tears escape and run over my cheeks, dampening the mattress under me. I try to struggle against him, but his hand holds me firmly in place and my arms are immobile above my head. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It was meant to be Rome. A cry wracks my body when I feel his hands tear my panties off. The burn of the material scorches my skin until it breaks free.
Tensing up when he presses the tip of his cock against my opening, I try to clench my legs closed but he’s positioned perfectly between them. He moves his body so he’s laying on top of me again, his face pressed against the side of mine.
“I’m going to hurt you now.” His words ring in my ears, dancing in my subconscious.
“Please, don’t,” I choke as he slowly pushes his cock into me. The pinching and stinging sensation burns like a mother fucker and I cry out in pain when he’s all the way in. “Fuck,” I whimper before his large hand comes down hard on my mouth making it hard to breathe.
Moving slowly out, he drives his cock into me with such a force I think I’m going to split in half. The agony is almost unbearable as he picks up his rhythm and pounds my pussy. I can feel the wetness between us and I know it’s my blood. I feel the warmth of it smear over my thighs as he slows his movements and moves his hips to hit me at a different angle.
“You’re doing so good, taking all of me at once, Sunshine,” he whispers roughly against my ear. His voice sounds gravelly.
I struggle under him, needing the pain to stop. The sharp sting as he drives into me slowly numbs as his movements quicken. He takes what he wants with my legs spread for him and my arms above my head. A warmth of a different kind starts to build at the base of my spine as he rocks against my clit. The repeated motion makes my pussy respond in a way I don’t want it to. I do all I can not to grind against him, to chase my own fucked up release.
The mental fight I’m having with myself is losing as my body takes over and starts to respond to his touch. He lets go of my wrists and grabs my leg, hitching it up to get deeper. I can’t stop myself, but my body moves in time with his, finding a pleasurable rhythm as my tears stain my cheeks.
“Holy fuck, please stop,” I choke against his palm as I struggle under him.
“Shh, you’re doing so good,” his darkened whisper brushes against my ear. He shifts, and I feel the material of the balaclava move against my skin and I realize he’s taking it off.
“Please,” I breathe heavily, not knowing what I’m wanting to ask him.
He moves his hand slightly. “Please, what, Sunshine?” He licks from the base of my throat to my ear all the while continuing his punishing rhythm on my swollen pussy.
I can feel myself tightening around his huge cock and the building pressure inside me is about to explode. I move my arms to try to push him off but he grabs my hands roughly, wrapping my bound wrists around his neck. It’s too intimate and I thrash under his body trying to get him out of me. My tear stained cheeks hide the torment of my desire to come around his dick. I fight my body with everything I have, not wanting this sick fuck to think I’m enjoying him deep inside me.
“That’s it, baby, use me for your release.” His heavy breaths kiss my neck as I come undone around his dick.
Sobs wrack my body from the overstimulation and foreign feelings inside me. Squeezing my eyes shut so I can pretend I’m anywhere but here as I come down from my intense orgasm. My chest heaves under his weight and I try to suck in as much air as I can.
“Fuck,” he hisses into my neck and pulls out, jumping off me suddenly. He disappears as quickly and as silently as he appeared, slamming the door shut after him. His fake voice rings in my ears in the silence as I’m left to pick up my shattered and satiated pieces.
Chapter twelve
Monroe
Mama V. insists on driving me to SLU and here we are pulling up the long tree lined driveway to the manor that will be my home away from my not home for the next four years. The giant white oak trees conceal the manor from view as we drive along the sandstone cobblestones which make the tires play an annoying sounding rhythm.
I glance out the window as Mama V. drives and marvel at the dense forest with its gnarled branches and thicket of underbrush on either side of the driveway beyond the clean lines of the white oaks. Feeling the car turn slightly, I turn my gaze to the front windshield to be greeted by a large circular drive with an impressive stone mansion behind it.
“Here we are.” She rounds the circular drive with the lush green grass in the middle of it and parks the car adjacent to the steps leading up to the massive wooden door.
I haven’t spoken much on the drive, and I know I’m worrying Mama V. but I can’t form the words she wants to hear, so it’s better I stay silent.
“Sweetheart, please look at me,” she says, grabbing my hand in hers. “This is for the best, please believe me when I say we only want what’s best for you. You have your whole lifetime to find a connection to your roots.” She squeezes my hand.
I pull my sleeves down over my wrists to hide the bruising and red marks from the Rosary beads, the pain still gnaws at my insides. Turning to look at her, I notice the dark circles under her eyes and the worry lines between her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “It’s okay, I get it. It’s only four years of my life.” I smile at her, but I know she doesn’t buy it.
“You’ve been so quiet the last couple of days. You don’t have to worry about anyone stalking you here. That person will be dealt with when we find him.”
“I know.” I nod, glad she doesn’t know the real reason why I’m so distant. I push that memory out of my head before pulling my hand free from hers and climbing out of the car. I stare up at the mansion and marvel at the two turrets that sit on either side of the front entrance to the massive three story house. Vines cling to the corners of the stone walls, searching for a way in. There’s an undoubtedly strange air about this place with its looming forest and only one entry and exit road. The building looks as old as the regal three-hundred-year-old white oaks that lead any visitor down their path, herding them toward this monster of a house. If kings and queens still ruled, this would be their summer residence.