Page 30 of Carnival Obsession

The ride stops, and I disembark, blending seamlessly into the crowd again. I can’t evade him forever, but I’ll revel in this small victory.

The memory of our first date at the Tunnel of Love flashes through my mind, and I know it’s the perfect place for Lars to catch me. It’s almost poetic in a twisted way.

As I approach the entrance to the ride, I pause for a moment, scanning the crowd for any sign of him. But he’s nowhere to be seen.

With a deep breath, I step into the dimly lit tunnel, the sound of running water and cheesy romantic music filling my ears. The air is cool and damp, and I shiver slightly as I make my way along the narrow path.

Suddenly, a large hand wraps around my neck from behind, yanking me backward into a solid wall of muscle. I gasp, my heart leaping into my throat as I feel his hot breath on my ear.

“Caught you, princess,” Lars growls.

A thrill of fear and desire courses through me. I try to turn to face him, but his grip on my neck tightens, holding me in place.

“You thought you could run from me?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “You should know better by now, Alice. I always catch what’s mine.”

I whimper at his possessive tone, my body responding to his touch despite my better judgment. I find myself leaning back into his embrace, craving more of his touch.

“Is that right?” I question.

Lars grabs my hand, his grip firm and unyielding as he drags me into the ride. I stumble behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

As we approach the entrance, Lars nods at the ride operator. “Shut it down; no one else is going on this tonight,” he says.

The operator gives him a knowing smirk. “You got it, Lars.”

Lars turns to me, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. “Get in,” he orders, gesturing toward the waiting boat.

I hesitate momentarily, my gaze darting between Lars and the dark tunnel ahead. I should refuse, considering how much of a fucking ass he’s being, but goddamn it, I’m too weak to resist the passion. He’s the first man to ever make me orgasm so hard during sex, and I’m not about to walk away from that.

With a shaky breath, I step into the boat, the cool plastic seat sending a shiver down my spine. Lars climbs in, his large frame causing the boat to rock slightly as he settles in by my side.

As the ride begins to move, gliding smoothly into the dimly lit tunnel, I feel Lars’s arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His touch is electric.

The boat slows to a gentle stop, the soft music and rocking lulling me into a sense of peace. But the moment is shattered as Lars’s phone lights up, the screen illuminating his face with an eerie glow.

My eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of the text.

I’ve shut it down. Text me when you want out. ??

I know exactly who it’s from. The operator of the ride.

Lars lets out a low chuckle as he pockets his phone. “Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves, princess.”

Before I can respond, he reaches down and begins to unzip his pants, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and challenge. “Come on, don’t be shy. Sit on my cock, and we’ll see how long you can last without screaming.” He pulls his huge pierced cock out and strokes it, making my mouth water.

Lars’s eyes smolder with raw desire, and a smug smile plays at the corners of his mouth. That damn confident, panty-dropping smirk of his always gets me.

He runs his fingers through my hair, gently urging me closer. “Go on, princess. Don’t be shy. I know you want a taste.”

I take a steadying breath, not wanting him to see how much he affects me. Glancing up through my eyelashes, I flash him a mischievous smile. “Mmm, I do love a challenge.”

I sink to my knees before him, enjoying the way his eyes darken with lust. Slowly, I reach out, my fingers grazing his muscular thighs as I gently cup the heavy weight of his balls. I give them a gentle squeeze.

My tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive tip of his cock and lower to the ring pierced through his frenum. I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his abs tensing with anticipation. I smile, loving having this effect on him.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I swirl my tongue around the head of his pierced cock, teasing the slit before sucking the tip into my mouth. I savor the salty taste of him.

“Fuuuck...” Lars curses, his hands tightening in my hair as he tries to guide me further down.

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