I stir, my skull pounding with a headache. My whole body hurts but it takes a moment for my brain to catch up with the events that led me here. But it comes back to me. In vivid clarity. The house, the failed assassination attempt, and subsequent kidnapping.
I jerk only to find my wrists tied above my head, I move my legs to find them spread and restrained. I’m wearing only a simple white t-shirt and my underwear but that’s all.
The fear wants to drag me down, wants to take me under but if I let that happen, it’ll be over. I won’t ever fear anyone ever again. I can’t.
The room is lit by only a dim lamp in the corner of the room, and I let my eyes slowly take in the space. A bedroom, furnished with expensive fittings and beneath me, the mattress feels like a cloud, soft and warm.
I find him sitting in an armchair close to the window. It’s still dark out but it appears to have stopped snowing and the silver light of the moon tells me it’s now a clear night.
My anger rushes through me like a rampaging bull. Anger at myself, at my body for it reacting to his presence, anger at him for doing this and everything else that led us to this moment.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” I scream at him, thrashing within the restraints. They bite into the skin at my wrists and ankles and the t-shirt rides up, exposing my underwear. I watch as his vibrant eyes drop to that space between my legs.
His eyes darken as his mouth tips up into a cruel, devious smile.
“Oh, you want to play, do you, Snow?” He rises from the chair. He wears only a pair of grey sweatpants, his torso bare. I take note of the large white gauze to the left of his abdomen, the place I’d manage to wound him with my knife. His sweats hang low on his hips, all his muscles flexing as he takes casual steps towards me.
He’s always been sculpted, toned and athletically built. He was devastatingly beautiful, to the point it hurt to look at him but beyond that pretty exterior lies a soul darker than the pits of Hell.
“You’ve already tried to kill me once,” he continues, oblivious to my peruse of him. I couldn’t deny that he still made me feel a heat no one else could ever give me and that terrified me. “We both know how much you’ve changed these past three years, so we can play, you can show me exactly what you’re like.”
He plucks a blade from the dresser top, examining the beautiful leather sheathe. He flips the thing in his hand, catching it blade side before tossing it again, round and around.
“You’d like to show me, wouldn’t you,” he says, “You’d love to torture me, run this very blade through my flesh.”
“I’ll show you if you untie me,” I smile cruelly at him.
“My precious, Snow,” He whispers, “I’ve missed you.” He’s now standing at the bedside, eyes scanning me from head to toe.
He presses the tip of his sheathed blade to the inside of my thigh and even though the sharpness is currently hidden behind the leather, it still makes my heart rate pick up, a mixture of fear and arousal. I hated it.
I hated that I felt this way.
He slowly moves it up my thigh, watching every move he makes while I watch him. My teeth are painfully clamped together, the muscle in my jaw cramping. When he gets to the edge of my panties, his eyes flick up to mine.
Any vitriol I had to spew at him dies on my tongue.
I’m ridiculously wet, my pussy throbbing. It was not right. Nothing was right.
I yank on my restraints and that only appears to make his eyes darken.
He smiles as he slides the tip of the blade beneath the edge of my underwear, lifting the material away from my flesh to expose me. He’ll see the evidence of what he does to me, of what he still does to me. His nostrils flare as he gets a good look.
“Get the fuck off me,” I spit, ashamed of how breathless I am.
He just grins wider.
“Look at your perfect cunt, Snow, still so responsive to me, isn’t it?”
I swallow as he presses the leather sheath to my clit, the touch a shock but not unwelcomed. My pussy clenches around nothing, and my stomach coils tight.
No, this can’t happen.
He forces my underwear to the side, exposing me fully.
“I’ve waited three years for you to be back by my side. Three years of waiting for you to find me. All I’ve had is my memories to get me through those long nights without you. You have and always will belong to me Snow, it’s about time I proved that.”
I was too focused on his words to notice that he’d flipped the knife in his hand, too caught up in the burning inferno within his eyes to see that he’d moved it further down.
“I know you’ve missed me too, Snow, I can see it. You’re so wet for me.”
He slides the handle of his knife inside me.
I swallow down my moan.
I can’t speak, I don’t trust myself.
My fingers curl in on themselves, nails biting into the palms of my hands but there’s no denying how wet I am, how much wetter I’m getting. He slides the handle of the knife further into me and I have to squeeze my eyes closed.
Hunter makes a pleased sound before he withdraws the handle and then slams it in hard.
The scream that leaves me bounces off the walls only to reverberate inside my head.