EroticReverie

Audrey Lorelei Adams

I had the tongue of a killer on my skin , his teeth sinking into my ear lobe again as he groaned into my ear. I wanted him. At least my body did. I was disgusted with him, with myself. I hate him, and hated myself for enjoying the way his mouth felt on me. 

He's killed people Audrey. I tell myself this again and again as his mouth covers every inch of my neck and then the other side and my hands that were pushing him away are now clenched in his expensive suit jacket and pulling at him as his hands still tug my hair. 

I pant into the air as my eyes roll back in my head when the scruff on his face brushes my jaw as he brings his mouth to my ear. This man could kill me, and he might, and here I was, panting like a bitch in heat for his mouth, his breath , his hands in my hair. 

"fuck" I pant as I grip his jacket even tighter and feel my legs lift around him and he groans and one hand leaves my hair and grabs my thigh and hitches it higher as he pushes into me, letting him push his cock against my sex through our clothes. I groan at the hardness of him pressing into me. It felt good. Really, really fucking good and I hiss as he groans in my ear and his hand on my thigh grips as he thrusts against my pussy, pushing the fabric, making my panties push against my cunt and soak even further. What was I doing? Why couldn't I bring myself to even try to make him stop?

"Watch your mouth Lavender" he whispers and I whimper and let out a tiny cry as he grinds into me again. 

I didn't want this. I didn't want to want this. I had no idea why I was letting him grind against me, when the bastard told me he was undecided on whether or not I was even going to get to live. But I was so fucking wet and I wanted the hard cock that kept dry fucking me, inside of me. 

"why are you doing this?" I moan as he groans into my neck and kisses the tender spot where the one man had strangled me earlier. 

"Because I want to fuck you Lavender" he growls. 

"I want to fuck you and pull this pretty purple hair while you cum on my cock" he groans and I let out a moan as his cock thrusts against me again. 

"and then...what?" I breathe heavily. "You kill me when youre done?" I fight to try and push him off, but can only manage to question him, he feels too good, and my body likes the attention he's giving it. 

"If I wanted you dead. I would have done it by now." he growls. 

"so im only alive cause you want to have sex with  me?" I ask. 

"Yes" he growls and I don't know why I expected him to say anything different. Was I expecting him to say he'd grown a heart in the past few hours? That he realized his life was dirty and cruel and he wanted to turn over a new leaf and stop killing "loose ends" ? 

"What if I don't want you to fuck me?" I ask and he laughs. The bastard laughs. 

"Are you really going to pretend you don't want me to make that pussy cum on my fucking cock Lavender?" he asks and I groan and push back, I'm panting and he's breathing heavy his eyes on me. 

"If I tell you no....do I die?" I ask and he licks his lips. 

"No." he says. 

"So...you're...you're not killing me..no matter what?" I ask. 

"You'd have to give me a really good reason to kill you." he says. 

I swallow hard. "Like what?" 

A slow grin spreads across his face. 

"I don't know Lavender, so why don't you just be a good girl for me, and we don't have to find out." he says and I feel my eyebrows draw inward. 

"If I run..." I say. 

"I'd find you." he says. 

"and kill me?" I ask. 

He shakes his head  once slowly  and his ice blue eyes look into me and his hands grab my waist and he thrusts against me again and I gasp. He grins. 

"I could kill you too." I say. And what the fuck, I don't know why I just said that, but it was the thought on my mind. 

He keeps grinning. 

"Do you want to kill me Lavender?" he asks. 

"Yes." I answer. He smirks. 

"but you also want to fuck me, is that right?" he asks 

He cocks a brow. 

"I hate you." I say with a scowl. 

"Answer the question precious" he says and I feel my nipples tighten when he calls me that. Because his voice, his stare, everything makes me believe that he truly thinks I'm something precious. 

I shake my head and now that I've had the time to think, without his mouth on me, and my body has been able to chill the fuck out the slightest bit. 

"I want to fuck your body. Not you." I say. 

"I hate YOU" I say. 

He raises his brow and licks his lips. 

"when can I leave?" I ask and the corner of his mouth lifts. 

"When I say you can." he says. 

"when?" I ask more firmly. 

"You're not going anywhere for a long time Audrey." he says and I lift my hands to his chest and push him back, and he steps away and I slide off the counter, hating that I'm back to being even shorter than him now. 

"I want to leave." I say. 

He laughs. 

"Go on. Try it. See what fucking happens." he says and his voice is cold and his gaze is warning me that I won't get far at all. 

"What about work? I have work tomorrow." I say. 

He shakes his head.

"No you don't." he says.

"I can't just not go to work, they'll fire me" I say. 

He nods. "they probably will. " he says and turns and walks back to the stove. 

"Just let me leave!" I yell and he turns. 

"Are you yelling at me in my home Audrey?" he asks and I open my mouth to yell some more but shut it. 

A slow smile comes back to his face.

"Good girl." he says and turns back to the stove as I snarl at the back of him. 

I watch him remove the pot of whatever he's making , and my stomach rumbles. 

I watch him plate two bowls of the food and he walks through to the dining room and sets them down as I watch. Standing there, pressing my thighs together, feeling my pussy still pulsing from whatever the fuck that just was on the kitchen counter. 

He could have fucked me. He could have made me do it. But for some reason, the cold hearted killer, didn't rape women, and didn't like when others tried. And didnt like when guys put their hands on women and left bruises. 

I watch him grab utensils and then fill two glasses of water and bring them to the table as well. 

I watch him take off his suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair and loosen the black tie around his neck and then sit down. 

He unbuttons his sleeves at the wrists and rolls them up. My eyes go to his forearms and then back up to his face and he's looking at me. 

"Sit down and eat." he says. 

I could argue, and he sees me debating on whether to open my mouth to lie and say i'm not hungry. 

"What is it?" I ask and he smiles slightly. 

"Russian dumplings. Beef, herbs, in broth." he says. "You'll like it." 

I walk over and pull out the chair and sit down and then watch him nod in approval, seeming pleased that I didn't deny the meal. 

It's delicious. 

I can tell he watches me a bit as we eat, but I don't say anything. I don't compliment the food or say anything at all as we eat in silence. 

When I hear steps somewhere else in the house I jump in my seat and drop my spoon into the bowl. 

He sets a hand on the table as if to reach out to me. 

"It's just the guards." he says and I look towards the sounds of the foot steps and the front door opens and I shiver in my seat. 

 "You are safe here." he says. 

I look at him and just blink.

"I'm captive. Kidnapped. I wouldn't call that safe." I say and he nods once , fighting back a smirk. 

"You are safe Audrey." he says again and my head turns to the sound of the door opening again and the footsteps taking the same path back to where they came from. 

I jerk my head back when I hear my bowl moving, and see his hand drawing it towards him along with my silverware and then he grabs the glass of water and sets it beside his own meal. 

"What are you doing?" I ask and he stands and walks over, pulls my chair out. 

"I wasnt done" I say and then yelp as he picks the chair up by the seat of it with me still on it, and then walks to his seat and places it next to his. I just look at him as he sits back down and starts to eat again. 

I don't understand why he did that until I feel it. The sense of being safer by being near him. It was absurd. But it was true. The closer he was to me, the less my body panicked, even though he was the one responsible for the panic. 

"Eat Audrey."