Page 8 of Madness

But my body calmed as if his touch alone had injected me with a sedative. As if my body had been waiting for his touch my whole life.

His large frame dwarfed me even in my heels. I had always hated how short I was. Hated that people underestimated me because of it. And right now, the difference in our sizes made those feelings intensify. I felt how fragile I really was with his body caging mine. He could break me if he wanted. I hated that the thought gave me a rush that went straight between my legs.

I felt his hot breath on my neck as his lips brushed my ear. “That will be happening, little dove. The only question is, how bad is it going to hurt?”

My breathing was erratic as his words bounced around my mind. His fingers dug into my hip for a brief second; any longer, and he would have bruised the skin underneath. This is where I should’ve kicked him. Should’ve run. But my body wouldn’t move.

His lips ran down my neck, causing a shiver to rake through me. It was fear. It had to be. I wasn’t turned on by his touch. The goosebumps on my skin were from fear too.

Without warning, his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin where my neck met my collarbone. I cried out at the intense pain; my nails dug into the fabric on the walls. But I didn’t move away.

Stupid. I should’ve pushed him. But something in me wanted to see how far he would take this. Would he really pin me down and take what he wanted from my body? I should be disgusted by the idea. Ideas that I only let myself think about when I was alone in bed.

His lips moved to the side of my neck, and he bit down again. But the pain wasn’t as intense this time. It had shifted, and instead of crying, I whimpered as pleasure zapped through me. My pussy clenched, and my arousal coated my thighs as I rubbed them together.

What the hell was I doing? Why was I letting this demon touch me? Hold me. Attack me. I tried to tell my limbs to move, to fight, but my nails just dug further into the wall, anchoring me to the spot.

For this brief moment, I was consumed by him. A stranger. I was drowning in his scent. He smelled of smoke and something that was uniquely him. I was paralyzed by his touch. All I could feel was him.

“Now, are you going to tell me your name?” His tongue licked at the marks he’d left on my body, soothing the ache as he waited for my answer. His warm tongue glided across my skin.

I sucked in a sharp breath as my body softened in his hold. The gentle touch, a contrast from the pain, was frying my brain. Someone like him shouldn’t be gentle. It shouldn’t be a part of him. My body craved his light touch as much as it wanted more of the pain.

Wait, more pain?

No! I didn’t want that. I didn’t like pain. Who liked pain? Pain was bad. But somewhere deep in my mind, the door rattled and tried to open. The place where I’d locked away my darkest thoughts and desires. The ones that people would judge me for. I didn’t want their judgment. Their disgust and disdain. I slammed the door closed and locked it again.

“Not ready to give in yet, little dove?” His deep voice moved through me, sliding under my skin and towards the door in my mind. If he reached it, it wouldn’t stay shut. I wouldn’t be able to pretend it didn’t exist.

“You’re hurting me.” I hated how soft my voice sounded. It didn’t sound like me. It sounded… needy. It didn’t come out like the command I’d meant it to be. Instead, it held no conviction. No strength.

“You like it.” He nipped my neck lightly again, but there was none of the earlier pain. Disappointment tugged on my stomach. I was disappointed because he wasn’t letting me go. That was the only reason. “And you’re begging won’t work unless you use my name.”

I pressed my lips together to stop myself from asking. That was what he wanted. He wanted to pull me further into his darkness. Wanted me to admit I was curious about him. I wasn’t going to ask. I wasn’t curious. I didn’t care who he was as long as he let me go.

His warm tongue swept across my skin, from the bite on my collarbone to my ear. Another shiver ran through my body as I clung to the wall trying to stop him from seeing his effect on me. His nose brushed my hair, and he inhaled deeply.

“I can smell how much you like this. It’s the scent of fear, anticipation, and the need dripping from your pussy.”

“I’m not wet. I would never be turned on by you.” I said as my cheeks turned red.

His laugh rumbled through my chest. I wanted to hate the sound. The bastard was laughing at me. But something about it was pleasant, as if he rarely laughed, as if it was a treat to hear it.

Before I could pick apart that thought, he moved, pressing his hips further into my back as one hand grabbed both of mine and shoved them above my head. The other pulled up my skirt and yanked down my tights to my knees. His fingers trailed across my pussy, my lace panties the only barrier between us.

His hard cock pressed into my ass. His thick muscles glued me to the wall, my soft body yielding to his strength. I hated the rush of fear and excitement that singed my blood. I hated that it wasn’t just fear.

My teeth sank into the inside of my cheek to hold in the moan that wanted to escape as he roughly brushed my clit. He pinched it through the fabric, and my stomach tightened with desire.

“I don’t like liars, little dove.” He pushed two fingers inside me through the lace, and my knees locked to stop myself from falling. “You’re panties are soaked for me. I wonder when that happened. Was it when I feasted on this creamy neck?” He bit my skin again, and I couldn’t stop the moan or the way my walls clenched around him. “Or was it before that? I bet these panties have been drenched since I grabbed your wrist earlier.”

“Please.” But I didn’t know what I was begging for. To stop or keep going. His finger pumped in again, but it wasn’t enough. My panties stopped me from feeling his skin. They stopped him from reaching the places I needed to be touched.

“I love hearing those pleas on your lips.” His teeth sunk into my shoulder. “But I told you that won’t work unless you say my name.”

“I’ll scream.”

His chuckle had a hard edge as he pinched my clit again, causing me to whimper. “Go ahead. This room is soundproof, and even if it wasn’t, no one would come for you. Now tell me the truth. This pussy is begging for me, isn’t it?”