Page 13 of Lost to the Woods

“Okay, you had enough,” I said, shaking my head.

She pouted, wobbling on her heels. “One more—”

I tightened my grip, already guiding her toward the front door. “Bunny.”

She shivered against me. Obedient. Or perhaps too intoxicated to sass me. Either way, I needed to get her out of there before her night would end up with her face above the toilet bowl.

Outside, I tried to order an Uber, but it was taking forever because of how busy the night was. Eventually, I managed to grab us a cab after a group of people that just arrived at the party.

I hauled Bunny inside before she could argue. “Where are you staying?” I asked, squeezing myself next to her on the backseat.

“I dunno.” She hiccupped, lolling her head back, her eyes fluttering open with a sleepy little smirk. “With you?” She tossed her arms around my neck, nuzzling against my jaw over the balaclava.

Fucking hell.

My fingers flexed against my knee as I exhaled through my nose. Not the way I wanted. Not how I pictured our first night.

I clenched my jaw, gave the driver my hotel address, and leaned back, watching her curl up against me. I was positive she took a little power nap. And she missed the fireworks going off in the distance as we got stuck in traffic.

It took an eternity, but the second we were inside my room, she was fully energized. And she didn’t hesitate. She turned into something wild, clawing at my hoodie, yanking at my mask before ripping it off.

I let her.

She didn’t even see me, not really. The lights were off. She was chasing pleasure, chasing something—anything—to drown out whatever heartbreak she’d been drinking away.

As her hands ran through my hair, she froze. “Um, you’re not bald.”

“What?” I laughed, taken off guard. “Did you really expect me to be?”

“Maybe? The mask and the hood… I didn’t expect a head full of hair, that’s for sure,” she mumbled, her fists tightening on my thick locks. “I love it.”

Her fingertips danced across my face like she was trying to learn it by heart in the dark, tracing my brows, gliding over my eyes and nose, brushing my ears as she discovered my gauges, then drifting across my cheeks and down the stubbled line of my jaw. Her touch stopped on my lips, and I swore I could feel her racing heartbeat.

I leaned my head instinctively, and she pressed her mouth against mine, kissing me for the first time—hot, desperate, messy. And I kissed her back, unable to resist. She tasted like liquor mixed with bubble gum and heat, soft and willing as she shoved me onto the bed, straddling my waist.

She stopped for a second. “You have a tongue piercing?”

“Yeah.” I smirked. “Wanna find the rest?”

“You’re so fucking sexy!” She hiccupped, nails scraping up my abs, pulling my hoodie over my head. Her dainty little hands roamed all over my chest, and she quickly detected my nipple piercings. “Oh—” her lips meshed with mine again “—don’t ever stop kissing me.”

As we continued to make out, the straps of her dress slid down her arms, her breast spilling out. No bra, as usual. She didn’t need one. She had great tits. I’d seen them before, in one of the raunchiest pictures she had sent me after accepting a private request on OnlyFans—of course, she hadn’t had a clue it was me.

But it person?Fuck. Even in the dim spill of streetlight through the window, they were flawless. Full, perky, just begging to be touched. My mouth fucking watered. I wanted to mark them. Bruise them. Leave my claim on every inch.

I could barely fucking breathe. It was a goddam war to keep restraint once she started grinding against me like she had no clue what she was doing to me.

And I could’ve taken her.

I could’ve had her just like this, dazed and needy, letting me ruin her.

But I was nothing if not strategic.

Bunny was a long game. And I wasn’t about to let her wake up hating me for taking advantage.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them down against my chest. “Baby, just relax.”

She giggled, thinking I was joking. Her hips rocked more confidently against mine. Her dress hiked up, bunching over her waist, and I could feel her through the layers of clothing between us—how hot and wet and primed for me she was. My head was spinning.

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