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He pauses, mouth parting as if in understanding. “Why do you have them?”
Something drops in my gut, shame licking my edges. Shame that it’s only there because my family couldn’t accept what I was—who I was. I’m afraid my stalker will see me as something weak, vulnerable—wrong.
“I’m Deaf,” I say as I sign it.
The water continues to pour, my dress sticking to me as his hand crushes my throat. He stills, but says nothing. “Can it get wet?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.” His fingers press the sides of my neck. “You wanted to put on a show for me. Do it.”
My brain fizzles. The emotional whiplash throws me. “Do what?”
He grabs my free hand and forces my fingers back to the apex of my thighs. His fingers are firm, long, and smooth. I shudder as he grazes my silt, larger finger covering mine.
“Show me, Sunshine.” He ducks his head, chest heaving. “Let me see how you make yourself come.”
“I don’t—” I cut off, as he moves my hand. He plays with the seam of pussy, using my fingers as his tools. I choke on a groan. “I’ve never done this.”
“Good,” he growls. He kicks my legs wider, pulling my skirt high. I’m bare from the waist down, and his hungry gaze roams over me. “Did you do this to piss me off? Or did you hope Freddie would take care of you?”
“I didn’t—” He forces my finger inside me, his powerful grip pressing my hand to thrust, and I moan. “I wanted to tease you.”
“You like fucking teasing me. Driving me insane.” He sucks my bottom lip, teeth raking over my swollen flesh. “I think you’re doing all this to make me goddamn feral for you.”
My fingers move back and forth, sucking noises echoing around us, as the smell of sex surrounds me. He uses my hand as his puppet, and he wrings pleasure from me.
“Is that wrong?” I ask, panting. “I want you, I want you to want me—”
“I want you every fucking day, Sunshine.” He lunges forward, claiming my lips in a brutal kiss. He doesn’t stop, bringing my thumb to my clit. I whimper into his mouth. “I shouldn’t. God knows I shouldn’t want you. But I fucking do.”
He pulls my fingers away, holding them in front of my face. “Suck.”
I open my mouth willingly, tasting myself on my fingers. He pushes them deeper, chuckling as I gag.
“I love those noises.”
He licks my fingers, taking whatever of me is left. He groans, before releasing me. “So, fucking good.”
He shifts, dragging something from his back, before the edge of metal touches me.
I freeze, as the click of a safety turns off. The bite of cold causes me to shudder.
“Stalker?”
“I thought you liked to play?” he murmurs against my lips. “You like the danger. The fear. Let’s see how far we can go.”
The cold gun enters me with a bite of pain, and I tremble. It’s foreign and obscene, and yet hot and devious. I don’t know if I should push him away, or sink into the movements.
“I can’t—”
“Shh,” he whispers. “This is my cunt, Sunshine. I can do whatever I want to it. If I want to use this gun to fuck you, I will.” It plunges deeper, and a moan escapes my lips as terror ratchets higher. “If I want to use it to kill that fucker for touching you, I will. You pushed me here.” The gun moves faster, harder. “Get used to it, baby. You wanted me feral, you’ve deal with the consequences.”
The edge of his words elicits another moan. This is domination, a frenzied need, and it builds within my chest. Nothing can dampen this as my orgasm builds, and terror clamps a hard fist around my throat.
“I don’t appreciate anyone touching you who isn’t me.” His words blow over my lips, and I pant. No, no, I can’t be this close already. How sick am I? “That goes for you, too. You do this, you do this for me only. Not in fucking public where anyone can see.”
So, he did care.
