Page 74 of Grave Intentions

Her cheeks darken further. "Maybe."

"Good girl." I trace her jawline. "I'll wear the mask, use the fake blood. Make it feel real for you. But you'll always be safe with me."

"I know." She steps closer, pressing against me. "I trust you completely."

"Even when I'm being a monster?"

"Especially then." Her eyes gleam with anticipation. "When do we start?"

I check the time. "Give me thirty minutes to set up. Then come upstairs." I pull her into a deep kiss before releasing her. "And Lena? Remember—pineapple if you need to stop."

She nods eagerly. "Thirty minutes."

I watch her leave, my blood pumping with anticipation. I knew Lena's innocent exterior concealed a darker side, a side only I could truly unleash. Setting to work, I strip off my shirt. I dress in black sweatpants and a tight-fitting shirt, ensuring my arms and chest are exposed. The skull mask soon follows, covering my face, obscuring my identity, and freeing the monster within.

Taking the stage blood, I smear it across my chest and arms, emphasizing the contours of my muscles. I wipe my hands with it, feeling the cool liquid contrast against my heated skin. Every action heightens my arousal, knowing this isn't just about sex. It's about trust, surrender, and the dynamic power shift between us. I prepare the room, the mask heightening my senses, making my heart thunder in my chest.

I stand by the door, listening for her soft footsteps. Before I see her, her perfume hits me first, a sweet, floral scent. She's breathtaking, her eyes sparkling with nervous excitement.

Moving swiftly, I grab her, one hand over her mouth to stifle her cry, the other around her waist, pulling her to me. I feel her initial struggle, testing the waters of this new dynamic. She's trembling, and I realize my grip is tight, my body pressed threateningly close.

I keep my hand over her mouth, silencing the scream caught in her throat. She writhes in my grasp, panic flashing in hereyes, and I feel her hot breath against my palm. Her struggles only fuel my urgency.She kicks out, her foot connecting with my shin, but it does little to deter me.

With my free hand, I reach down and squeeze her inner thigh, digging my fingers in roughly. I relish her sharp intake of breath. "You think you can fight me, little Lena? I'd be careful if I were you." I tighten my grip warningly, and she stills.

I step back, pushing her toward the bedroom, and she stumbles, her eyes wide. "Please—stop," she whispers, her voice shaking. "This isn't what I?—"

I slam the bedroom door shut with my foot, cutting off her protests. Her eyes flick to the mask, and I see the moment her arousal battles with her fear. "No," she breathes, taking an instinctive step back. "No, don't do this."

"You wanted me to be the monster, baby. And monsters don't ask permission," I purr.

She shakes her head, her eyes shining with fear and desire. "I've changed my mind. I don't want this."

A low laugh rumbles in my throat. "You don't get to change your mind."

I back her against the wall, and she lets out a startled cry. Quickly, I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, holding her in place. With my free hand, I grasp her thigh and lift it, baring her to me. She whimpers, arching her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I stroke her inner thigh with my thumb, dip my head, and bite the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her.

"No, please," she whimpers, closing her eyes. "Let me go."

I nip at her jaw. "Afraid, baby? You can use your safe word." My tongue darts out, tasting her skin, and she moans, her hips jerking. "But you won't, will you? Because this is what you want."

She tries to deny it, but her body betrays her, pressing into my touch. I grind against her, my hard length pressing againsther soft core. "Admit it," I growl, nipping at her ear. "Admit that you want me to take you. That you've been waiting for this."

"No," she gasps, trying to deny it even as her hips rock against mine. "Stop, please. I don't?—"

I crush her mouth with mine, devouring her lips, cutting off her words. She tastes of heat and desire, and I groan, my control slipping. I release her hands and tear at her shirt, popping buttons in my haste. It falls open, baring her breasts, and I lean down, licking her hardened peaks with my tongue. Her back arches, and I suck one peaked nipple into my mouth, biting gently.

"Stop," she whispers, digging her fingers into my hair. "Please."

I lift my head, staring at her through the mask, my eyes burning into hers. "Do you really want me to stop, Lena?" I rub my hard length against her core, letting her feel my arousal. "Because I can stop. I can leave you here, wet and aching."

She shakes her head, moaning as I rub against her. "Stop," she gasps. "I—I want you to stop."

I release a harsh breath, my control hanging by a thread. With a quick movement, I hoist her onto the bed, pushing her back. She lands on the mattress, her hair tumbling around her, her chest heaving. Her eyes are wide, full of anticipation and fear, making me harder.

I climb onto the bed, looming over her. "Tell me what you want, Lena. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Her mouth opens, and I see the struggle within her. "Say it," I growl, nipping at her neck, sucking a bruise just above the pulse point. "Tell me what a filthy girl you are."

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