Evil Boys: Chapter 6

Suddenly, his finger shoves into me, and as I gasp, his mouth covers the wound he just created, sucking the blood. He thrusts into me with greed, and my fingernails dig into the wall. But when his tongue dips out to lick my nipples, I feel lost in the darkness surrounding us.

“Wet already, kitty? You were waiting for this, weren’t you? Waiting for someone to take you and claim you without remorse,” he says between thrusts. “Well, don’t fucking worry, I intend to take everything you have to give and more.”

His voice comes out in a dark, breathy groan as he pushes in another finger, swirling around inside me and feeling me up. I’m helpless against the onslaught of lust building inside me.

A part of me is eager to fight, eager to form a fist and punch him in the gut, but another part of me doesn’t want to disappoint my brother. And that part … damn that part of me is strong as hell.

“So willing to do whatever it takes,” he murmurs, and the knife comes down right underneath my breast again, making me squeal with equal parts delight and anger as his lips cover that wound too.

Fuck me, he’s a sadistic motherfucker, all right.

“No wonder you were there to kill that son of a bitch,” I growl. “You enjoy blood.”

WHACK!

The knife rams into the wall right beside my head.

“I don’t enjoy anyone’s blood … except yours.”

He slams his lips onto mine and kisses me so hard I feel dizzy. I’m shocked, and not just from the electrifying current jolting between us. His mouth is scorching hot and tantalizing and everything I shouldn’t ever want or crave. And for a moment, I’m just frozen to the wall as his mouth explores mine, too stunned to bite back.

I can’t see, yet my mind explodes like a bundle of stars igniting and going out all at once. All while his fingers are still pounding into me to the point where it makes my whole body quake with need.

When his lips briefly unlatch, the groans that follow set my body on fire. “That’s it, gyrate all over my finger like a good fucking slut.”

“Fuck you,” I growl, trying to ignore the growing arousal he’s building in my body.

“If you beg for it, maybe I will,” he retorts.

“Dream on.”

“What do you dream about, Lana?” he murmurs, grasping my breast, only to cover it with his mouth, licking my nipple until it grows taut, after which he tugs at it to elicit a moan. “Do you dream of monsters to slay? Bodies to bury? Or being fucked so good you wouldn’t care about either?”

Fuck, I can’t believe he’s asking me about this. Is he trying to distract me from his fingers with his words or vice versa?

“What I dream about is none of your concern.”

But it’s so hard to even speak the words without soft moans escaping my lips. So I shut them tightly and push my arousal to the back of my mind, forcing myself to ignore the onslaught of my senses as he curls his fingers inside me.

“Oh, on the contrary, kitty … Your dreams are mine to turn into reality.”

He pulls his fingers out, and I’m surprised to feel bereft. Until he starts to flick my clit with my juices like he wants me to feel how wet I got for him.

“Do you want to know what I dream about?” he murmurs so close to my lips I can almost taste him. And fuck me, it almost, almost makes me want to lean in so I can.

“Revenge on the people who stole from me what wasn’t theirs to steal … and after I kill them, I will celebrate my victory with your little violent, wet pussy wrapped around my hard, pierced cock while you mewl and beg me for more cum.”

Fuck. It’s hard not to feel my pussy contract, and I don’t know if it’s from his fingers or his words.

Because I keep hearing that one word repeated in my mind.

Pierced.

“I didn’t ask, just get this over wi—”

WHACK!

The sudden smack to my tit interrupts me and makes me yelp.

“I will take my time, and you will learn to love it.”

“Learn?” I snort. The amount of audacity this guy has astounds me.

“Yes, you’ll need to learn how to satisfy me if we’re going to play this game.”

Game? I’m a game to him?

“What game? I don’t intend to do this again. Ever.”

But with every syllable that falls off my lips, he applies more slick twists, rolling around until I’m writhing against the wall, wishing I could ignore the obvious arousal building deep inside my core.

“Oh, you will definitely open these sweet pussy lips for me again”—he swirls around my clit—“and again”—another swirl—“and again”—another flick—“and again”—another one has my mind reeling—“until you can’t take it anymore, and even then …” He thrusts in with full fervor, making me gasp for air. “Again.”

His mouth covers mine in an instant, devouring me whole. And his lips are so persuasive that I can’t stop, even if I wanted to. I hate how he’s so easily made me a willful participant in this dirty game. The kiss is all-consuming and mouthwatering to the point that even my tongue wants to join in as he swirls around inside my mouth like he already owns me. And fuck me, I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

What is wrong with me? I’m not supposed to be enjoying any of this.

He’s holding my worst secret over my head like it’s some kind of fun game, and all I can do is stay pinned to the wall and let him kiss me.

Fuck.

When his lips unlatch, I almost lean in for more.

“You’ve been dying for someone to come and take control of your wicked desires, haven’t you?” he murmurs, hovering close. Too close.

“Fuck you. You don’t know me,” I bite.

“By the time I finish with you …” He rips the knife out of the wall. “I will know…” He slides the knife down my chest and breasts to my hips. “Every…” He pushes the hilt between my thighs and nudges it against my clit until it thumps with greed. “Inch …” Suddenly, he thrusts the knife’s handle into me. “Of your body.”

Fuck, he’s insane.

He’s fucking me with the handle of the knife.

“What the—”

Before I can say another word, his tongue is already in my mouth again, twisting around the same way the knife twists inside me. I feel overwhelmed by both seething rage and insatiable lust.

How dare he fuck me with that … that …

My hands brace against the wall, but his fingers instantly curl around my throat.

“Don’t even think about it. You want me to keep your secret? Then you will take your own goddamn knife up your pussy like the bad girl you are and make it soaking wet.”

“You’re a sick fucker, you know that?” I say through gritted teeth.

“You’ve merely caught a glimpse of all the fucked-up shit I want to do to you.” I can’t see him, but I can tell he’s smiling just from his twisted voice. “Now part those legs like a good fucking slut.”

I spit in his face.

He asked for it.

But instead of wiping it away, his fingers tighten around my neck like a noose. “Bad little kitty needs to learn her fucking place.”

I can barely breathe as he shoves the handle in and out of me until it’s slippery wet, and I feel my heartbeat slow to the point when I’m about to black out.

“I can’t …” I mutter.

“Breathe?” he whispers.

I nod as he pulls out the handle and rubs it along my slit, making me dizzy with desire. “Good.”

Fucking asshole.

How dare he get me so turned on and spiteful at the same time?

These emotions are not supposed to exist together, yet the way he’s been manhandling me has made me soaking wet.

The blade handle circles around as he leans in to whisper, “I like your tenacity, kitty. I like how you thought you could outsmart me, but you will come on this fucking knife as a punishment for trying to hurt me.”

“F-fuck y-you,” I whisper, desperate not to faint.

“So desperate for a cock in your wet, aching pussy, little kitty? Don’t worry, I will fuck all that rage out of you soon enough. But first, you’ll need to learn how to behave.”

He flicks the handle back and forth until I’m starting to lose control.

“That’s it, be a fucking slut and come all over this fucking knife like a bad girl,” he groans.

His fingers tighten around my throat even more, and my vision slowly turns black. But my clit is thumping and almost there, even when I don’t want to be.

“F-Fuck!” I groan as my legs quake, and my defenses cave in on me.

A wave of ecstasy washes over my body, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head before he finally releases my veins and lets the blood course back through. But all I feel is the mounting orgasm rolling over me, consuming me whole, and a long-drawn-out moan escapes my lips.

He pulls the handle away, and a low, rumbling laugh emanates from his chest. My knees cave in on me, and I drop to the floor, completely wasted on that orgasm.

When I look up, he brings the knife to his mouth and actually licks the fucking handle, the groan that follows igniting my soul. “Hmm … I will definitely lick your pussy soon.”

Fuck him and that fucking delicious and arrogant voice.

“You wish,” I retort. “I’ll fucking kill you if you try.”

He grabs my face and lifts my chin, shoving the blade underneath. “Kill me then, because so help me God, I will fucking have a taste of you.” I can hear him pull down a zipper in the darkness. “But first you will have a taste of me.”

Warm flesh pushes up against my lips, and I can tell from the hardness it’s definitely his dick.

Fuck.

“Open your mouth and show me what you can do with that tongue,” he says, his voice laced with desire.

“And if I don’t?”

The knife pushes against my chin, and I can feel it cut into my skin as a warm droplet of blood rolls down. “Then your brother will know exactly what you’ve been up to here at school.”

Fuck. If Felix finds out, it’s game over for my freedom.

Not to mention the fact that he’d probably tell Dad… and then I’ll never see the light of day again.

I know what’s at stake, so I part my lips and let him push into my mouth.

The salty taste of him as it slowly slips farther and farther across my tongue makes me want to gag. But the second I feel his piercings, I look up at the masked stranger fucking me.

“Noticed my jewelry?” He grips my face with his thumb and index finger. “It’s a Jacob’s ladder.” He pushes in even farther, letting me feel the metal as it slides down my throat. “Do you know why it has that name?”

I gently shake my head, but he holds me steady.

“Every piercing is a step …” He pushes in farther until he hits the back of my throat and my eyes begin to water. In the darkness, his size is unknown to my eyes, but by God, I can feel its throbbing, thick length. “Ascending into fucking heaven.”

He groans out loud when he’s in completely, and I struggle to breathe again, choking on his length. He can easily reach far beyond my uvula, where I can’t even swallow anymore, and I can feel each one of his piercings scraping against my insides.

“Just like you will be when I come down your fucking throat.”

What?

I didn’t sign up for this.

I gag as he pulls out. “Wait, I didn’t say—”

He thrusts back in again with no remorse. “Swallow those words along with my cock. I don’t want or need to hear them for you to do what you’re told. Now suck on this dick like your life depends on it because it fucking does.”

He coats his shaft with my saliva, making me choke on his length before he pulls out each time so I can heave and suck in a breath, only to dive right back in again. It’s as if he has no desire to hold back. Every inch of him is buried in my mouth, and I can feel his balls slapping against my chin.

“That’s it, kitty. Let me hear you choke on my cock.”

I cough as he pushes in so far that the tears roll down my face. So many piercings I can’t even count them all, but I know there are many. And when he grips my throat and buries himself to the base, I can feel them all.

“Good girl, now lick,” he groans.

I swipe my tongue along his length, touching every ridge and barbell as he thrusts in and out of me like a madman who’s never felt anything better. More low, gravelly groans from deep within his chest awaken a hidden desire inside me, but I push it away. His length swells with arousal, balls tightening as his moans grow heavier, greedier.

“Now gulp down my cum like a hungry little kitty.”

When he explodes inside me, I can feel the salty spurts jet into the back of my throat, again and again, as he pulses on my tongue. I’ve never been this debased in my life, but my pussy throbs with a need I didn’t know I had.

The knife pushes underneath my chin, forcing my head up. “Don’t even think about spitting.”

My eyes widen as the cum just keeps dripping down my throat.

“Swallow. All of it.”

Fuck.

I can’t move, even think or speak, so I do what he says and gulp it all down until he’s finally spent and pulls out again, making me cough.

“Good fucking kitty. See? You can learn.”

“Fuck you,” I grit.

The knife pushes deeper into my flesh and forces me to look at him, but I can barely see him in the darkness. Only a faded outline of his figure, and a glimmering eye behind the mask, promises more corruption.

“This was just the tip,” he muses.

“I gave you what you wanted.”

“You did, Lana … but I’ve not nearly had my fill.”

My nostrils flare, annoyance getting the best of me. When he pushes his dick back inside his pants, I brace myself against the wall and punch him in the nuts so hard he bends over. I knock his hand away, and the knife clatters to the floor.

I bolt away as fast as I can.

“You little—running off again?” He turns to follow me, but I knock over a chair so he can’t catch up. “You know I’ll never stop chasing you.”

Fuck, why do I get the feeling he means it?

I dash out the door and slam it shut. As I run, I swiftly rub my arm against my face to clean up any residue, and I pull my dress back over my breasts, then rush down the stairs.

By the time he’s exited the room, I’m long gone, chased out of the building with a racing heart.

But it’s not just from the sprint I just did to get halfway across campus and as far away from him as possible.

It’s also because my pussy continues to throb between my legs, and my legs still quake from the vile amount of arousal I just felt.

God, I can’t believe I just let that happen.

That I not only failed to kill him but also let him … touch me.

Kiss me.

Degrade me.

Fuck my mouth.

Grope me until I came moaning out loud.

I bite my bottom lip until I feel a pang of pain and touch it. Blood.

Motherfucker. He made me bleed too.

Next time I see him, I’ll find out who he really is.

And then I’ll finish him off.