Page 115 of Monstrous Urges
“You think I give a fuck about two dead men?” Drazen snarls.
I shudder, and something wicked and deviant and disturbingly aggressive uncurls and lodges itself deep in my core.
“No, my little fucking slut,” he hisses as he storms up to me. “No, I am far angrier about the fucking man you just met, in the dark, alone, in a fucking bathing suit.”
He grabs me by the throat and violently spins me around. In one motion, he’s shoving me hard against the rock wall and knocking the backs of my knees with his. I shudder as my legs give out, dropping me to my knees and he grabs the back of my neck and bends me over the wall.
He grabs the back of my shorts and yanks them down. I bite down hard on my lip, shivering in explosive fear of what this man in his sheer wrath might do to me.
…And trembling in anticipation for the very same reason.
Drazen yanks my panties down, letting them tangle at my knees before he smacks the fuck out of my ass. I yelp loudly, scrambling and squirming against the rocks and the ground as he does it again.
Hie belt jangles.
His zipper yanks down.
“You fucked up, my little cumslut,” he snarls viciously in a tone that chills my blood. “And now you’re going to learn what happens to bad little sluts who decide to meet other men in the dark.”
His gun cocks.
My face goes white as something utterly primal sinks its claws into the darkest, most depraved, most shameful hidden corners of my psyche.
“You thought we were playing dark before, slut?” he hisses in my ear.
The warm metal of the recently fired gun presses between my lips and rubs against my pussy, turning my soul black.
“Think. A. Gain.”
26
TAYLOR
It’s pure insanity.
Madness.
The culmination of all my most forbidden thoughts and fucked-up fantasies manifesting in the single most unhinged moment of my life.
On my knees, in the dark, with a gorgeous psychopath rubbing his fucking gun on my pussy.
That in itself is beyond deranged. But what makes it ten times worse is the fact that I’m not pleading for my life or whimpering for mercy.
I’m just whimpering.
My skin is throbbing. My nipples are tightening.
And I’m wet. Extremely, shamefully, confusingly wet.
I shudder as Drazen rubs the warm barrel of the gun in maddeningly slow strokes against my clit.
This is beyond insane. But there’s no possible way I can ignore the dark, twisted lust that he’s bringing out in me.
The fucked-up urges.
The gun rubs over my clit again as his palm smacks my ass, hard. I squeal when he reaches up, yanking my hair in a fist and tugging, forcing my head back and my spine to arch. The gun pushes against my needy core as I shudder with forbidden heat.
“You seem to be under the impression that you’re allowed to go meet some other man,” he snarls, sounding deranged in a way that shouldn’t thrill me this much. “Alone,” he rasps. “In the fucking dark.”