Page 36 of To Have and to Stalk
Still gonna eat it, though.
“We’re not done, Maniac.” Any levity from before vanished into a metallic growl as his hand slid to the top of my dress.
He grasped the fabric.
I had half a second to wonder at that, before he lifted me by the neckline, out of the grave. Void held me up one-handed, suspended in the air. My back arched to meet his grip, legs dangling.
“We’re not?” I squeaked, scrambling with both hands to grip his wrist.
“No.” Void carried me a few inches, setting me down against the headstone. My heart pounded. The air between us heavy with tension. Thick. Like gravity had suddenly turned into Jell-O.
“But”—his gloved hand encircled my throat just as he kicked my legs apart—“you still didn’t earn my cock, Maniac.”
A second later, his knee jutted between my thighs.
Right on my pussy.
I gasped at the direct contact.
“You want to come tonight?” he asked.
I tried to nod in his choke hold.
He pressed a little deeper into me, grip tightening on my throat. “Then get yourself off.”
Nerves electrified my blood and shocked my stomach as I started to grind against his leg. Up until now, my sex life has been perfunctory. Normal in its lackluster.
This was…stardust in my veins.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Get this headstone drenched with your cunt. Make the dead feel it.”
I swallowed air, going cross-eyed at the praise. Void’s dark, taboo words slid deeper inside until I was nothing but want.
Hot, liquid want.
I ground harder against him. Jolts of electricity racked my body with each thrust. But it wasn’t enough. I neededmore.
My hands traveled down his shirt, reaching for his pants. Holyshit. I stuttered at the size of him through his pants. Long, thick?—
Void released my neck and grabbed my hands, thrusting them behind my back.
“Did you earn my cock, Maniac?” With his free hand, he lightly grazed his touch between my thighs. I nearly buckled at the sensation.
“No.”
That couldn’t be my voice. Strung out.Whiny.I didn’t whine.
Void removed both his hand and leg from between my thighs.
“No, you didn’t?—”
A not-quite human sound slipped from my lips. I leaned forward, arms straining in Void’s cage, and bit his bicep—hard.
My action startled him enough to let go of me. I used my new freedom to grab his hand, shoving it back between my thighs.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
“Brat.” His grip came back to my neck, but he didn’t remove the one I’d stolen. “You definitely didn’t earn this.”
