Page 106 of I Will Break You
Shivers seize my spine, but I force my body to hold still. The last thing I need is for Xero’s knife to slice through my skin.
He cuts the fabric, exposing my back to the elements and making me tremble. Then he rolls me over so I’m lying face-up and straddles my hips.
Shoving at his immovable thighs, I stare up into the depths of his hood. Moonlight lights him from behind, casting his face in complete shadow. At this angle, I can’t see anything apart from his pale irises.
“Won’t you let me see your face?” I ask.
“And ruin this for your mask kink?” he replies.
I regret the day that bastard convinced me to fill out that sex contract. “You weren’t supposed to take it literally,” I snap. “It was for phone sex.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
No. A thousand times, no. But I don’t want to admit to wanting to be destroyed by this murdering maniac.
He pauses, the flat of his blade hovering over my belly. I’m naked from the waist down, if you don’t count my shins, whichare still encased in leggings, and my hoodie is now backless. He could fuck me if he wanted, or he could yank off the rest of my clothes from the front, but he doesn’t make a move.
“What are you doing?” I ask through ragged breaths.
“I told you how I felt about the silent no,” he says.
My nostrils flare. “Where was the silent no when you were shoving body parts under my pillow? Or all those times you edged me in my nightmares and wouldn’t let me come? God, you’re such a hypocrite.”
He holds the knife to my throat. “Watch your tongue, little ghost. I’m not above taking it as a trophy.”
“Then who would suck your cock?” I snap.
“I never said I wouldn’t take your throat,” he replies with a harsh chuckle.
My hand snaps up to snatch the mask off his face, but he grabs my wrist and pins it above my head. The hand holding the knife takes the other, joining them together. I thrash from side to side, trying to buck him off.
How did I ever allow myself to be fooled by his life story? Xero isn’t a kindred spirit. He’s just a savage who wants me to beg.
Raising my chin, I glare up into those fake irises. “Go on, then. Do it.”
After slicing through what’s left of my clothes, he drags me across the dirt, stopping directly beneath the Grim Reaper. Cool earth slides beneath my overheated flesh, making me shiver. Just when I think he’ll take me face to face, he rolls me onto my front. The breeze slides over my bare back, which is already damp with dew. Then, my skin tightens into goosebumps.
Cold realization seeps into my bones as I realize that the funeral I missed would have required something to have been buried.
“Is this grave empty?” I ask.
“No.” He kicks open my thighs, exposing my pussy to the elements.
“Is it the man I buried?”
“No.” He slides his fingers over my wet folds.
“Xero.” I gulp, my body trembling with anticipation. “Who’s buried beneath us?”
“Someone who deserved to die.”
He enters me from behind with a hard thrust that stretches my pussy beyond its limit. Pleasure and pain battle over control of my senses, and I let out a guttural scream.
Not just because he lied about the dildo being lifelike. It’s not even because he doesn’t give my inner muscles a moment to adjust to his impossible girth. He’s longer, thicker, and the piercings don’t feel like silicone.
“I knew you would be tight, but this is incredible,” he groans.
“Oh,” I moan through panting breaths. “You’re so big.”