No, You Hang Up

by A.J. Merlin

if I don’t go back to sleep right away, it’ll only be because I’d like to order enough delivery food to feed a football team for three days. Or me for tonight.

With a huff, he readjusts his grip to jerk me upward with a murmured, “Sorry,” in my ear that I’m pretty sure I’m imagining. That, or he’s the world’s most considerate killer, and I have no idea how to deal with that.

“You’re just so murder-able. And, let’s not forget, so fuckable.”

“You’re not going to beg, remember? You’re my lovely, feisty girl who promised she wouldn’t beg or plead. Shhh.”

“Want me to be your wolf, little bunny? I’ll gladly close my jaws around this pretty throat and remind you that you’re prey. Oh, fuck—” He thrusts hard into me again. “We’re into some dark shit, aren’t we, Kai?”

I should not remember his stupid humor, or his lack of a temper, even though I tried my best to get away from him and cracked him in the face at one point.

He’d seemed charming…for a psycho. For a really fucked up, unwell psycho. But he hadn’t killed me.

“Nah. You don’t hate me. You’re afraid of me, Kai. But you don’t hate me.”

“Then I’ll slit your vocal chords and fuck your mouth while you bleed out in the grass.” His snarl is sharp and unexpected, and I flinch away from him as the mask’s grin tilts to the side. “Oh, that was really scary of me, wasn’t it?” Huxley laughs. “Sorry, pretty girl. I get a little carried away, sometimes.”

So you’re going to stay here, on your stomach with your hips arched up like a bunny in heat. You know that’s what you look like, right?” he taunts, nipping at my ear. “You look like an animal just begging to have her pussy filled with cum. You look like you’re begging to be bred,

“Because you’re mine. And I like to believe you were always going to be mine. Whether it was going to be like this, or chained up in my basement until I could convince you to like me.”