Poisonous Kiss: Chapter 17

I explode forward like a sprinter leaving the starting blocks. Naked fear seizes my heart as I rush headlong into the maw of darkness.

The first step feels like stepping off a cliff.

The second, like the rush of gravity yanking me down.

On the third, I’m still falling, and by the fourth, I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the bottom.

My entire body is electrified with terror and adrenaline as I bolt into blackness. I can feel my breath clawing raggedly at my throat as panic mixed with a primal survival instinct propel me forward, blindly waving my arms in front of me.

I jolt, shrieking and wincing when I crash into the wall and my wrists and elbows scrape against stone. In a panic, I turn and press myself to the wall, sucking in air before clamping my mouth tightly shut.

My pulse sounds like a train engine in my ears as my back rests against the cold stone, my fingertips clawing at it for dear life.

He doesn’t know I’m here. He can’t see me. He’s as blind as I⁠—

“Now, what’s the point of coming to a dance if you’re going to lurk by the punchbowl?”

I scream at the rough growl that sounds and feels less than a foot from my ear. I explode off the wall, a second scream curdling in my throat as I pelt forward.

The air is slammed from my body and pain knifes through my hip as I crash right into the side of what I think must be the sofa. I cry out as I rebound off it, crumpling in pain. I drop to the floor, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip so as not to make a sound.

“The darkness won’t hide you from me, kitten…”

Jesus. His voice is everywhere and nowhere.

He’s insane. A psycho. A predator I wasn’t expecting, and one I’m just now realizing I may have vastly underestimated.

And yet, one I’ve always craved in a fucked-up way. One I’ve dreamed of. Literally. Because as insane and demented as this flight through the darkness is, it’s what I’ve fantasized about for years.

Someone dark and broken and twisted. A man who’d chase me, pin me down, and fuck me even as I screamed no at the top of my lungs. It’s the kind of fantasy you can’t tell anyone, and almost don’t acknowledge even to yourself. But it’s there, like a hot little coal burning a hole in your soul.

That’s what this is. And it’s why even though I’m legitimately terrified, I’m also shamefully turned on.

As the silence drags on, my eyes widen, my pupils fully dilated as I desperately try to see into the inky black around me. But there’s dark, and then there’s this. We’re underground. There’s no windows or doors with light creeping around the edges. No LED glow from an alarm clock or even a charging phone.

I’m in pure, inky darkness, with a man who may very well be an actual psychopath.

Who’s hunting me.

A burst of adrenaline jolts me to my feet, sending me hurtling in a random direction. I keep waving my arms in front of me, the fear of being chased amplified by the fear of splitting my face open against stone.

‘Soon.”

I choke on my breath, sharply veering left as the voice snarls right in front of me.

“I.”

A scream sticks in my throat as I whirl away from the voice yet again. This time, my body shudders with heat, terror, and electricity when his fingers brush against my hip.

“Will.”

Something grabs at the back of my dress as I run. Fingers tangle in chiffon, and my heart skips as the fabric shreds. I feel air against my bare back as part of the dress fully rips away.

“Find.”

I scream again, blindly veering right. It’s like he knows exactly where I am. Like he really is a savage nocturnal animal with the ability to see in the dark. This time, he grabs a tight handful of chiffon at my hip. He yanks as I bolt again, ripping more of the dress from my body as I plunge into the darkness.

“You.”

Every single nerve ending in my body explodes. Each muscle clenches and spasms. The breath leaves my body in a whoosh as his fingers wrap around my throat from behind, just as his final two words grate like metal against metal in my ear.

“Got you.”

All at once, gravity goes sideways and upside down as I go crashing to the floor with his hand still wrapped around my throat. I cry out as my knees slam to the wooden floorboards, the breath knocked out of me again when his weight suddenly crashes down on me with his knees on either side of my chest.

His other hand grabs a handful of what’s left of the front of my dress. He jerks his arm, ripping the fabric away. I squirm and try and shove him off. But he’s so fucking strong, and he easily keeps me pinned to the floor as he shreds my dress like a maniac, the muscles of his forearm rippling as my hands flail against him.

I bite my lip to stifle a whimper when I feel the bulging, rock-hard throb of his erection pulsing against my stomach. Gabriel’s hand slides up my squirming, bare torso, his nails dragging over my skin before he suddenly grabs one of my breasts roughly. His fingers pinch the nipple, hard, and I gasp in a mix of pain and raw, needy lust when he twists.

“Yes, scream for me, kitten,” he growls, mauling my nipple before he does the same to the other. “We both know the rougher I am, and the more I make you squeal, the wetter you get for me.”

“Fuck—”

I choke as his hand slams over my mouth and shudder as his teeth rake over my earlobe.

“Don’t. Fucking. Speak, kitten,” he murmurs. “You’ll spoil all the fun…”

He pulls his hand from my mouth and drops it to my breasts, yanking my flimsy new lace bra down so that his fingers can really get a grip on my aching nipples. I cry out, squirming and thrashing before I feel him reach back and slap my inner thigh, hard.

I whimper, moaning shamefully when he does it again, even higher up my thigh. My eyes bulge as he grabs the waist of my panties, his fingers slipping under the lace and yanking the fancy French cut lingerie down my kicking legs—lingerie that I don’t even know now why I bothered with. When they tangle at my knees, I shudder when his muscles tense again and he rips them off me.

“You—”

My words get muffled, my pulse spiking as he grabs my jaw and starts stuffing something into my mouth.

My panties.

“There you go talking again, kitten,” he rasps darkly. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking hard, and I can feel every single thick inch of him throbbing against my stomach.

His fingers keep stuffing the expensive lace into my mouth and he growls quietly.

“Taste your fear and your sweet little cunt, kitten.”

His hand drops away, and my eyes go wide as he suddenly cups my slick pussy.

Gabriel chuckles darkly.

“My, my, my,” he murmurs. “What kind of dirty little whore gets this fucking wet being chased through a dark basement?” He makes a tsking sound. “I feel cheated, kitten. Did I even catch you? Or were you so fucking desperate for my dick that you let me drag you to the ground so that I could fuck your cunt like the cock slut you are?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just suddenly rams two fingers deep inside my dripping wet pussy.

Sweet. Fucking. God.

My body arches right off the hard ground as Gabriel’s fingers curl deep against my g-spot. It’s so fucking rough—rougher by far than anything I’ve ever felt, even when I’ve tried to be rough with myself. But it’s so fucking good, and I sob my pleasure into the lace between my lips.

Gabriel starts to finger-fuck me hard and fast, the wet sounds of my pussy filling the dark along with my panted ragged breaths and thundering pulse.

No one’s ever touched me like this. No one’s ever talked to me like this.

And having them both hit me so hard at the same time might as well be a hit of pure ecstasy.

Gabriel suddenly slides down my body. I squirm to get away, not even because I want to, but because I feel like I should—because I feel like getting away is still part of this twisted game we’re playing. But then something sharp nips at my inner thigh, making me squeal and spasm on the floor.

Holy fuck.

He just bit me.

Like a fucking animal.

Before I can process that, two fingers ram back into me. I groan, arching my back and clawing at the ground as his thick fingers thrust in and out of me, turning me to jelly. He pulls them from my needy pussy, and slides up over me again.

Gabriel yanks the panties from my mouth before suddenly shoving his fingers between my lips instead.

“Suck,” he murmurs darkly. “Taste yourself, kitten. Taste what a greedy little whore you are for me. Taste how fucking sticky and messy your pussy gets from running. Because that’s the darkest part of this, isn’t it?”

I cry out around his fingers as he bites one of my nipples.

“You want to be caught. To be pinned. To be fucked without your consent. That’s what makes you so wet. Now, spread your legs wide, kitten.”

I shiver, my entire body on fire as Gabriel’s skin throbs against mine. As his muscled legs and knees thrust my legs apart, his heavy, pulsing dick dragging sticky, wet, and throbbing against my thigh.

A whimper falls from my panting lips as I feel him center the huge, swollen head against my dripping wet pussy.

“I won’t be gentle.”

When he thrusts into me, even though I’m wetter and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, it still hurts for a second. He’s fucking huge, and the feel of his fat cock ramming deep into me has my breath catching and my heels kicking and scraping against the floor.

But the instant he’s crammed every inch of him deep inside, it’s like the floodgates open. My eyes widen, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as my back arches demonically.

Holy. Fuck.

Maybe it’s the chase. Maybe it’s the thrill of exploring something so wrong, so deviously fucked up and forbidden. Maybe it’s the darkness all around me.

Whatever it is, the feeling of Gabriel brutally squeezing his enormous cock into my tight pussy is pure ecstasy.

Then he starts to fuck me.

It’s nowhere near “making love”. It’s not hooking up, or screwing, or banging, or anything like that.

It’s fucking savagery.

It’s like he’s a bloodthirsty Viking who’s just conquered my village, and I’m his plunder.

His toy.

His plaything and fuck-doll.

His hand wraps tight around my throat, his muscled hips keeping my legs wide apart as he fucks into me with hard, brutal strokes. He fucks me with an intensity that scares the shit out of me even as it makes me want to drag my nails down his back and scream for more.

Deeper. Harder. Rougher.

Darker.

“Squeeze my fucking dick with that messy little cunt, kitten,” he snarls into my ear. “I know you’re no virgin. But I can tell you’ve never been fucked this hard with a cock this big. You’re too fucking tight, kitten. Too fucking soft and silky. You’re making me cram this big fucking dick into your tight little hole, baby girl. Making me work for it. Is that what you want, my little whore? You want me to stuff your greedy, tight little cunt until I empty my fucking balls into your womb?”

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

My breath is coming in sharp, ragged gasps, my back arching as my nails rip to shreds on the floorboards. And he just keeps fucking me, ramming into me over and over as I sob and cry out in pleasure.

He’s right, obviously. I mean, I’m twenty-seven. This isn’t my first time.

But it’s my first time for this. The first time I taste the darkness on my tongue that I’ve craved for so long. And even if this wasn’t my first time, I mean, it could be, given the literal years it’s been since my last terrible attempt.

But this? This is something else.

This is something primal. Dangerous. Something tiptoeing up to and slowly slipping on the bleeding edge of criminality and depravity.

Gabriel’s hand tightens around my throat. He slaps one nipple, hard, then the other. He drops his hand and roughly and brutally smacks my ass as he thrusts my legs wide apart and rams his thick, gorgeous cock into me balls-deep.

His teeth rake my skin, and his fingers leave bruises I know I’ll feel for days.

I don’t care.

There’s a fire inside of me I’ve never felt before, a roar of something so powerful and thunderous that it’s actually scaring the living hell out of me as Gabriel uses me like his fuck-toy.

Total control.

Complete domination.

Utter submission.

“You’d better not be on birth control, kitten.”

Sweet merciful FUCK.

“Because you’re going to make me come in this pretty little pussy. You’re going to make me fill your goddamn womb with my fucking cum. What. A. Fucking. Slut. Getting fucked on the floor like a cheap whore, and getting knocked up from it, too.”

My eyes roll back and my jaw goes slack as my entire body begins to tremble and tense up.

Oh God. Oh God.

OH FUCKING GOD.

Gabriel grunts as he rams into me, his mouth dropping to my breast as he bites down hard on my nipple.

“Come for me, you fucking slut.”

It feels like a million volts of pure electricity explode through my core. I scream and scream and scream until my voice goes raw, my body spasming and writhing and arching up off the floor. The orgasm thunders through me, snuffing out every breath, shorting every brain synapse, shattering everything I’ve ever known about anything as my very soul leaves my body.

Gabriel groans, ramming his cock so hard into me that his pubic bone grinds against my clit. I choke back a cry as I feel his thick cock swell and pulse, and he starts to pump his cum deep into my pussy.

And pump.

And pump.

My eyes roll back as I feel his cum leaking and dripping out from where I’m stretched snug around his swollen cock. Slowly, Gabriel pulls out, letting more of his cum dribble onto my clit and my mound before he smears the head up and down my tender, swollen lips.

His hand unwraps from around my throat. Then he starts to slide down my body, between my legs.

“Oh…”

I choke out a gasp as his tongue drags up my slit.

Holy fuck.

He does it again, groaning into me as he licks and nibbles and sucks at my lips and then my tender, aching clit, making me jerk and cry out.

His mouth slips to my thigh, and my core tightens when I feel his teeth drag over my soft, tender skin, as if he’s going to nip me again like before.

He doesn’t nip.

He fucking bites.

Hard.

He bites so hard that I actually feel him break the skin. I choke, my hands automatically dropping to grip his hair. He sucks at the bite, and I pale as I feel the warm wet trickle.

Holy fuck. He just bit me so hard he drew blood.

Just as I’m trying to process that, his mouth slips back to my pussy. He plunges his tongue into me, curling it deep before letting the tip swirl and dance over my clit. He sucks at the throbbing bud, short-circuiting my brain as my hips rock against him.

Gabriel groans, tonguing my clit harder and faster, sucking on it until suddenly I’m spasming as another orgasm explodes from my core.

Stars dance in front of my vision. Gabriel’s mouth slides over the bite again, and I whimper as he sucks on it for a moment before his hard, muscled body slides up between my thighs.

He grabs and cups my face.

His mouth dips.

Holy shit.

His lips bruise mine, his tongue roughly pushing past them.

Fuck me, I can taste it.

All of it.

All our darkness, our depravity, and our violence.

Because what I’m tasting on his lips as he kisses me fiercely is cum and blood.

That’s when I know I’ve officially toppled over the edge of reality into an oblivion I’m not sure I’ll ever emerge from again.

I’m shaking as he pulls away. Not just shaking. Aching—full-body, painful aching.

But holy fuck, is it good.

“There’s a couch a foot to your left.”

I shiver at the uncanny, almost normal tone in his voice. It’s still dark, but it’s lost the psychotic edge and the mania it had before.

My throat working, I turn and feel my way to the left, shivering a little when I reach the couch.

“You’ll find your heels there, and a new black dress to wear when you leave. It’s not Dolce, but it’ll do.”

I take a shaky breath, feeling up onto the couch until my fingers do indeed touch fabric and heels.

How the fuck did he know where the couch was? How the fuck are my shoes over here now?

Shaking, I let the shredded remains of my chiffon dress fall to the floor as I stand. Immediately, I groan, wincing as I twist to land on the couch.

Fuck, am I sore.

Bruised.

Ravished.

Ahh—!

I choke out a cry as his hands grab my hip and a fist of my hair from behind. He yanks me against his hard, chiseled body, his cock still swollen as it throbs against my ass. He bites down on my shoulder, making me yelp.

“Thirty-two steps in front of you are the stairs. You can find your way from there.”

I swallow, nodding my head even though I know he can’t see.

Or maybe he can?

I take one step, then another, before I gasp, sensing his presence right next to me in the inky darkness.

“I’m proud of you, kitten,” he growls.

I shiver.

“You didn’t use the safe word once.”

Reality glitches as I realize I forgot there even was a safe word.

“You were a very good girl tonight, kitten.”

I tremble when I feel the backs of his knuckles brush the nape of my neck before his lips touch the skin briefly.

Somehow, I can feel his presence sliding back into the dark hole from which it came.

I slip on the un-shredded dress as best as I can in the dark, then pick up the heels. I start to walk slowly, my arms stretched in front of me like a lunatic as I count the steps.

Thirty-one…

Thirty-two…

I gasp when my fingertips brush the metal banister. I fumble my way onto the first step. When my hand brushes over the light switch, I pause.

I shouldn’t.

I do.

Even though they’re dim, I still wince painfully as the moody, low floor lights glow to life once again. Slowly, I turn around.

Sweet Jesus.

He’s sitting on the floor, his back against the leather couch with one knee bent up. His arm rests lazily on it, his grooved, hard body looking like a fucking sculpture of sin in the low light.

He’s still very, very hard.

He leers at me, grinning a maniacal, psychotic smile as he sprawls against the couch, blood and cum on his mouth, looking like a feral animal.

The gold fangs of the mask gleam as his eyes burn into mine. He lazily raises the hand draped over his knee, brings a finger to his lips, and sucks it clean.

“Be seeing you, kitten.”