Page 84 of The Devil We Crave
You want a knife against your throat and the word “no” on your lips when I tear into your virgin pussy for the first time.
My panties aresoaked, my core throbbing as I hungrily devour his filthy texts.
Telling myself he’s wrong.
Knowing he’s not.
I try to swallow the lump in my throat.
Me
What's to say I’m a virgin?
For some reason, it feels dangerous for him to know that.
Unknown
Everything about you says that, little prey. And I’m very much going to enjoy taking it from you.
I shudder.
That’swhy it feels dangerous.
Dangerous, andwaytoo electrifying.
Me
What about the safe word?
Unknown
It’s still there. It still exists.
Me
If I said it…you’d stop?
Unknown
Why don’t you put that pink drink down and walk into the woods so we can find out.
Ice shudders down my spine as my gaze snaps again to the tree line. Instantly, my face goes white.
My core liquifies, dripping heat through my body as my breath catches.
Because there, deep in the shadows of the woods, all in black, is a tall, built man with a gleaming sharp knife in his hand.
…Wearing aScreammask.
A whining sound hums in my ears as my eyes stab through the branches to where he’s standing.
Watching me.
Pulling me apart.
Hunting me.
My throat bobs erratically as I start to type.
