Page 27 of Carnival Monster

“You like that, huh?” I growl. “You like the way I tear into you, little one?”

“Yes, please... more...” She gasps.

I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine now,” I whisper. “A pretty little toy for me to play with.” Reaching between our bodies, I rub my hand against her clit, pushing her toward her release.

With each thrust, I claim her as my own, marking her flesh with bruises and bites. Her cries fill the cabin, fueling my desire. Her body tightens around my cock, her release building.

“That’s it,” I snarl. “Come for me, little one. Let me feel you shatter.”

Her back arches, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her. I feel her walls clenching around me, milking my release. With a savage growl, I let go, spilling myself into her, marking her with my cum.

I take in the sight of her, bound and splayed out before me. Her body glistens with sweat and blood, the ropes chaffing her delicate skin. My handiwork.

A dark satisfaction fills me as I watch her chest heave with each labored breath. I’ve possessed her body and soul, and the knowledge sends a rush of power through me.

“You wanted the monster,” I whisper, tracing a finger along her jaw, reveling in her vulnerability. “And now you have him.”

Using the knife, I cut the ropes which bind her body. Once free, she stretches and pins me with a gaze that takes my breath away.

“Can I see your face?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I stiffen, my grip on her hips tightening involuntarily. “No,” I growl, my voice harsh and unyielding.

She flinches at my tone but doesn’t back down. “Why not?” she presses, her fingers reaching up to trace the edge of my mask.

I catch her wrist in my hand, stopping her movement. “Because I said so,” I snap, my jaw clenching behind the mask.

She frowns, her brow furrowing in confusion and frustration. “But I want to see you,” she insists, her voice growing stronger. “I want to know who you are.”

I let out a harsh laugh, the sound bitter and cold. “Trust me, little one, you don’t want that,” I insist. “I’m not the man you bring home to meet your parents.”

She sits up, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I don’t care about that,” she says, her voice firm. “I want to know the real you, the man behind the mask.”

I shake my head, my grip on her wrist tightening. “He’s a monster,” I growl. “A killer, a psychopath. You don’t want to see that.”

She meets my gaze, her eyes boring into mine. “I’m not afraid of you,” she breathes, her free hand coming up to cup my cheek through the mask. “I know there’s more to you than just the darkness.”

I close my eyes, my heart clenching at her words. Part of me wants to believe her, let her in, and show her the man behind the monster. But I know it’s impossible. The darkness is too deeply ingrained in me, too much a part of who I am.

“You should be afraid,” I tell her. “You don’t know what I’m capable of, the things I’ve done.”

“I think I have some idea after you almost murdered a girl in front of me and told me that you’d normally strangle a girl for crying.” Her lips curve into a slight smile. “I’m not going anywhere. You can show me your face when you’re ready.”

I pull out of her, tucking my spent cock back into my pants. My heart pounds as I reach for the blanket I had stashed in the corner, ready to wrap up my latest victim. But Aurora isn’t a victim, not in the traditional sense. She’s a willing participant in our wicked dance, a partner in the darkness that consumes me.

Still, what we’ve done settles heavily on my shoulders. I can’t let Aurora get too close; I can’t let her burrow her into the tattered remnants of my soul. The monster inside me is too dangerous, too unpredictable. She may think she wants this, but she doesn’t.

“Get out,” I growl, tossing the blanket at her. “Cover yourself up and get the fuck out of here.”

She catches the blanket, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What? Why?” she asks.

I turn away, unable to meet her gaze. “You need to leave,” I say, my voice low. “This was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” she echoes, anger creeping into her tone. “You didn’t seem to think it was a mistake when you were fucking me like an animal.”

I flinch at her words. “That’s exactly why you need to go,” I snap, whirling around to face her. “I’m not the man you want in your life, Aurora. I’m a goddamn monster.”

She holds my gaze, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Maybe I want a monster,” she says, her voice steady and sure. “And I’m not going anywhere until you tell me when I can see you again.”

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