Page 77 of Forbidden Harvest

“You’re worried, then?” she teases.

“You should be worried that you won’t be able to handle me.” I chuckle. “But I promise to go easy on you, baby. It’s your birthday, after all.”

Her eyes widen in playful alarm. “What if I don’t want you to go easy on me?”

I run my finger gently along her collarbone, savoring the goosebumps that rise in its wake. “Such a naughty little devil,” I breathe. “I have something for you.” I reach into my pocket and withdraw a small, wrapped gift.

She reaches for it, but I withdraw it playfully. “Later. We have a party to attend, and I plan to show you off.”

She pouts, her cheeks flushing. “Tease.”

Lifting my mask, I steal a soft kiss. “I do love making you wait, princess.”

Her eyes sparkle as she glances around. “So, we’re going to a party, huh? Everyone will be so well adjusted, and I’m not.”

Squeezing her hand, I assure her, “You’re perfect, Aria. Now, let’s go paint the town red, devil style.”

Smiling, she squeezes my hand back, excited.

Once we get to the party, it’s a sea of elaborate costumes and hidden identities. Guiding Aria through the crowd, I savor the envious glances she attracts, her presence captivating.

The music swells, and I pull her closer, whispering in her ear. “Dance with me, devil. Show them what real temptation looks like.”

The room pulses with energy as she grinds on me. Later, as she gets a drink, I admire her from afar, always loving to watch her. And fuck, she’s temptation personified in that red latex.

While she’s waiting, a greasy-looking guy dares to approach.Don’t even think about it,I warn in my head. Yet he moves closer, invading her space.

Clearly, he has a death wish as he sidles up next to her and?—

Rage slams into me when I see his hand land between the small of her back and her ass.

No fucking way.

Aria searches the crowd, and when our eyes meet, I know she’s not scared because of the guy, but because of what I’m going to do. Rushing over, I grab him and seize him by the collar, dragging him down an empty corridor. He struggles, but I have him in an iron grip. No one messes with what’s mine.

I push him against the wall. “You touched the wrong fucking devil tonight.” With a swift, deadly move, I stab him through the heart. He gasps, his eyes wide with shock and pain. I hold him there, my blade buried in his chest, watching the light fade from his eyes.

Aria appears, her eyes hooded with desire. She takes in the scene, her fingers stroking her clit over her bodysuit, aroused by my raw display of power and possessiveness. I feel a rush of satisfaction as she steps closer, her eyes locked on the dying man.

I lean toward her, my lips brushing her ear. “Watch, baby. Watch me protect what’s mine.” I drive the knife deeper, twisting it, and the man’s body goes limp.

Aria’s breath catches, her eyes fixed on the fatal wound.

I dispose of the body, dragging it into a nearby supply closet. As I step out, Aria hurries over. She throws her arms around me, her body trembling. “Fuck, I need to be admitted to a psyche ward, as there’s nothing sexier than seeing you kill for me,” she breathes.

I pull her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. “For you, I’d do anything. Always remember that.”

“Let’s get back to the party,” she murmurs.

I lead her back into the throngs of bodies. The guise of Halloween means no one looks twice at the blood stains on myGhostface outfit. Aria is wired and turned on. I can see it in her eyes as we dance to the pulsing bass.

I guide Aria, leading her deep into the heart of the party. In a dark corner, I push her against the wall. Her back arches. “Like this? Here?” she challenges, her breath coming in short gasps. I love how she embraces the danger.

“Just like this,” I growl, lifting her against the wall. With one swift move, I unzip the crotch of her bodysuit. She’s wet and ready, having anticipated this moment. No panties, just easy access to her sweet pussy.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, baby? To be taken right here against the wall, surrounded by strangers? I can feel your wetness on my fingers as I trace your folds, playing with your clit. You’re so fucking ready for this.”

“God, yes,” she breathes, her eyes wild. “Please, Jared. Now.”

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