Chapter 7

I flinch back a little when he lifts his hand and strokes it down my cheek, every nerve in my face on fire, it’s like his touch awakens something in me that I never knew was there. And I don’t want it to be there, I don’t want to feel this way, I can’t feel this way. It’s too dangerous.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Open your legs.” He commands, removing his hand from my face and kneeling down in front of me.

I clench my legs together instead, my heart racing inside of my chest, fighting to break through my breastbone. What is he going to do to me?

“Open your legs, hunter.” He says again, more forceful this time, “I won’t tell you again.”

Reluctantly, I do as he says, slowly opening my legs so that my underwear is exposed, and what’s underneath it.

My body is tensed in apprehension, and I’m fighting to catch my breath, how can something be so terrifying and yet so exciting at the same time?

“I’ve been wanting to taste you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He says, slowly tracing kisses up the inside of my thigh.

My head falls against the window, the urge to close my legs growing with each passing second.

“You smell good enough to eat.” He murmurs, his lips against my sensitive skin.

The Nati slowly moves my underwear to the side, my eyes widening in fear as he looks upon the most private part of me without an ounce of embarrassment. The terror that he is going to bite me down there overcomes my mind in an instant and I try to slam my legs closed, but he stops me, holding them open so he can get closer.

Just as I think all is lost, he slides his tongue over my slit, a breathy moan slipping through my lips as my body falls backward onto the window. Why does that feel so good?

He pushes my legs further apart, until my knees are bent and my ass is barely touching the windowsill, and then he does the same thing again, his smooth tongue grazing over my most sensitive area.

“Just as good as I imagined.” He growls, lapping his tongue across my clit over and over again.

I clench my fingers around two of the pillows, trying to hold onto my sanity as he tears me apart, no one has touched me like this. Not one person. And now my first time will forever belong to him.

I cry out louder when he sucks at the juices coming from me, not knowing what to do, or if I should try to stop him. A part of me wants him to stop, but a much larger part doesn’t. I’m so close to the edge that I could fall at any moment, and yet, I know he’ll be there to catch me.

I scream through the orgasm that destroys my body, all the energy that I had gone, depleted. Is this what he meant when he said that he’d break me? I feel broken.

I feel dirty.

He continues to lick me until the orgasm has passed, and then he stops, smirking against my skin as he plants kisses all the way back down my thighs and to my knees, placing the underwear back where they should have stayed.

I look up at him when he stands, the bottom of his face slick with the juices he called from my body, a blush rising on my cheeks.

“Good girl.” He praises, slumping down in the chair across from me as he wipes what is left of me from his chin.

I don’t know if I am angry or content, I should be angry, he just violated my body without my consent. And yet, I enjoyed it. I loved it. And I came harder than I have ever been able to make myself orgasm.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Drink your coffee.” He tells me, leaning his chin on his hand, “it had sugar in it, it’ll help you feel more normal.”

“I’ll never feel normal again after that.” I say with a frown, though I pick up the coffee and take a sip anyway. “I’m never going to let you do that again.”

I can’t let him do it again, it’s too dangerous, my body betrayed me.

“I’ve already told you, you belong to me, and I will touch you in whatever way that I please.” He smirks, enjoying the terrified look on my face.

I look out the window, holding back the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes, “I’ll find a way to escape you.” I promise him, “and you’ll never find me again.”

“You can try, little hunter.” He says with a shrug, “But I will Always find you, it doesn’t matter where you go or what you do, I will come for you.”

For some reason, I believe him, I believe every word that he said, and the deepest parts of my mind knows that he isn’t lying, and perhaps that is what scares me the most.

I’m trapped with him, and he seems to love that fact.

He wants to own me, and he wants me to obey, but I’ll never be the doll he wants me to be.

I’ll never be his.