He brushed his lips along my chin. “Tell me.”
“Y-yes.”
A dark chuckle left him.
Fuck you.
Cain grabbed my chin hard and moved my view to him. A cruel expression covered his face. “Yes what, Phoenix?”
“I-I want your lips. . .”
He widened those cold, blue eyes. “Where?”
I glared at him. “You know where.”
Fast, he slipped the knife between my thighs and pressed the butt of the handle against my pussy. “Right here?”
I gasped in shock.
He grasped the back of my head and whispered in my ear, “When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?”
I shivered. “U-umm.”
“That sounds like a long time.”
“T-three years at least.”
“Hmmm.” He tenderly rubbed the handle against my clit.
I moaned in stunned pleasure.
His next words came out deep and dark. “You like it?”
Desire shuddered through me. I pursed my lips and said nothing, not wanting to admit the truth. If I did, I feared he would rub the handle against my pussy more. And in some ways, my silence was my only power, when he had control of everything else.
Don’t say it. Maybe, he’ll move it.
Cain didn’t. He kept the knife’s handle on my pussy. The cold metal slipped along my wetness. Inhaling, he drew a sensual circle around my throbbing clit.
I jerked my hips away, trying to run from the twisted delight.
He looked down at the handle. “Why have you waited to fuck for so long?”
“Because anytime a guy got me wet, all I saw was my ex’s bloody body.”
That made him stop the handle’s torturous pleasure.
He eyed me with curiosity. “You saw your ex die?”
“Yes.”
He quirked his brows. “How did he die?”
I sneered. “I killed him.”
Cain laughed.
I may kill you.
He pressed the knife’s handle against my pussy’s opening. “Why did you kill him?”
“Because he was trying to kill me.”
“That’s a good reason.” Cain pushed the tip of the handle inside my pussy.
My body tensed. I opened my mouth, but no words left me. The cold metal spread me open. Tremors of cruel desire ripped through me.
His dark words road the air. “Look at me, Phoenix.”
My bottom lip quivered.
Our eyes met.
Lust ran through his.
Dazed confusion must have flowed through mine.
He pushed the handle up an inch, spreading my pussy open more. Against my will, my inner muscles clamped around the foreign object. My legs shook. I could barely balance on my toes. In fact, the handcuffs and hook was the only thing keeping me straight.
He thrust the handle up another inch. “If I keep you alive for these next four days, you will take my dick and knives every way I give them to you.”
“I-I know.”
He pulled the handle out of me. “Or you can choose for me to turn this knife over and slice your throat open with the blade.”
I blinked back tears.
“It would be a fast death, yet I would truly be sad.” He nipped at my lips. “I think we’ll have fun.”
He brought the handle back to my pussy. “What do you decide?”
I widened my teary eyes. “Why are you giving me a choice?”
“Because it’s only fun if you agree to the pain. It’s not as enjoyable when you don’t. However, I’ll cum either way.”
Panic triggered crazy thoughts in my brain. What would he do to me? I didn’t know if I could take anymore. And my mind was barely functioning. I rummaged through my scattered head, not sure if I could last more days with him or not. Tonight wasn’t even day one. It was actually day zero.
What the hell would he do to me tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that?
I could end it all right now.
However, I didn’t know what death would bring. I prayed there was something more than darkness. Some life beyond our reality. Some peaceful pathway to another world. A heaven. An existence filled with spiritual magic. A gateway to rebirth. A paradise where souls smiled.
God, I still believe you’re there. Even though this life has been so fucked up.
But I didn’t know it for sure.
Cain watched me with intrigue.
Death or days of uncertain torturing pleasure.
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I dangled from the hook. I was a nude mess of blood and tears. More blood trickled down from my collar bone. The other wounds dripped too.
Could I survive?
I looked down at Cain’s big dick, out of his pants and covered in my blood. For now, it was the knife’s handle. Next time he would be moving inside of me. The thought should have triggered horror, but it didn’t. In fact, my body flickered with hunger.
Am I wrong to say I could let him fuck me for four days?
It didn’t matter. There was no one around to save me, so there damn sure wasn’t anyone to judge. Who the fuck could criticize me unless they dangled from the hook themselves? Unless they dripped in blood.