CHAPTER 30 The Manipulator H e has the strangest ability to suck the air from my lungs with a simple look. And when his terrifying words accompany the deadly stare, it feels like I don’t have any lungs at all. The hoodie parts and he slowly pulls it down my arms. The material drops to the floor, where muddy shoes have trekked across a thousand times tonight. It feels like a cruel metaphor. Along with my clothes, my flesh and soul will be stained tonight. “Someone could come in here,” I whisper, my voice barely penetrating the tension in the air. He smiles—a wicked smile that tells me he wouldn’t mind if someone did. “What do you think they’d do?” he implores as he lifts my shirt, the pads of his fingers grazing my skin. Goosebumps rise, a physical reaction from the electricity dancing across my skin wherever he touches me. “Do you think they’d watch?” he asks. “Do you think they’d enjoy the sight of your naked flesh on display? Maybe they would get off on seeing your dripping pussy reflected back at them everywhere they look. Or the pretty flush on your chest when you come. I think they’d even enjoy watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when my cock fills you so fully, you can’t fit any more of me inside you.” A shot of fear injects straight into my heart, forcing the muscle into overdrive. But yet, my body still responds in a much darker way. Just like his words, I feel my pussy pulsate as my panties gradually dampen until it’s exactly like he said—dripping. Would I be okay with a stranger watching? I don’t think so. But something about the way he paints the picture makes me wonder if I’d let it happen anyway. “You'd be okay with other people seeing me naked?” I challenge breathlessly, watching my shirt flutter to the black floor. His fingers drift up my spine, slow and deliberate. They burn like lava searing my flesh. “No,” he murmurs in my ear. I watch him through the mirror, his eyes drifting down until they’re targeted on my chest. The band of my bra tightens, the