Free Meet Me In The Dark: (A Dark Suspense) by J.A. Huss

soft and soothing. He gives me a slight squeeze and then dips his mouth down to my inner thigh and kisses the marks he put there with his knife.
    I close my eyes and shake my head. My legs tremble. I want to speak. I want to say no so bad.
    But I want to say yes much more.
    His tongue travels up my thigh, his hand gently caressing the opposite knee. “Say yes,” he murmurs as he kisses. “Give in to me, Syd. You know you want to.”
    I do want to. But I’m not ready to say it out loud yet.
    Case unbuckles his belt, undoes his button, and unzips his fly. The lantern isn’t bright enough to see it, but the shadow of his hard dick is thick as he fists it in his hand. He drops the feather and reaches for the knife attached to his belt. And then he drops his pants and we are both naked.
    He climbs on the table and straddles my hips.
    I let out a whimper.
    “I want you to say yes, Sydney. Because yes is the answer to all your problems right now. I’m the answer to all your problems right now. But you can say no. Now’s your chance. Your last chance, Sydney. I can kill you now”—he holds the knife up to his throat, making a slicing gesture across it—“and it will be over. You never have to know the truth. You never have to face this reality. Say no and I’ll make it all the confusion go away. It will be very simple and I’ll make it very quick.”
    I stay silent.
    “But wildcat, do you really want to move on to the next world being played instead of being a player? Do you really want to give up? Give in? Check out? Don’t you want to know , Sydney? Don’t you want answers to all those burning questions you must have?”
    I hold my breath trying to understand him.
    “If you give me what I want, I’ll make it better for you.”
    What am I supposed to say to that? “Fuck me then. Or kill me. I don’t really care. Do whatever you want.”
    “You’re missing the point, cowgirl.” He stares down at me. I can’t see his eyes very well, there are too many shadows. But I know that stare now. I’ve seen it in my head for years. I’ve craved it.
    And here he is. The gift I wanted, but not the way I fantasized. I wanted him to choose to save me that night. And even though I know I’m only here so he can use me, I still need to hold on to the illusion I’ve built up in my head. I want Merric Case to desire me so much, he chooses differently. I want him to change my life. I want him to take it back.
    “What’s the point?” I ask softly. “Tell me what you need and I’ll try and give it to you.”
    He huffs out a breath of air. A sort of satisfied laugh. “Famous last words, Syd. If you really want to give me what I want, you need to tell me what you know.” He crawls up my body, a hand on each side of me, one still grasping the knife. And then he positions his cock in front of my face. “You’ve seen him.”
    “Who?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
    “Garrett,” Case says, leaning down to whisper back as his lips cover mine. “You’ve seen him, Syd. Lots of times. You used to disappear every once in a while. Be gone for days. Sometimes up to a week. I used to think you had quite the stealthy skillset.” He pulls back a little so he can see me. His body is covering most of the light behind him, so I can’t see him at all. His face is just a shadow. “But I’ve been thinking about why you’re not responding to the drugs, cowgirl. And the only possible answer is Garrett.”
    I shake my heavy head and close my eyes. “I don’t want to play anymore. I don’t want to play—”
    “You’re gonna play, Sydney. You know how I know that?”
    I don’t answer. I don’t open my eyes. I’m so dizzy.
    “Because all I gotta do is tell you to hush .”
    I spin. The darkness becomes so much more than blackness. It becomes everything. It becomes safety, and relief, and desire. It calls to me, makes me want him in ways I can’t explain.
    It splits me open and empties me out.
    And then he’s there with