Page 13 of Carnival
“You can’t begin to imagine how long I’ve waited for this moment,’’ he murmurs. “How long I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me.’’
It’s getting increasingly more difficult to control my own body. The sound of his deep voice reverberating around us, the low tone that’s only meant for my ears to hear, and the dark, sinister sincerity of his words cause a wave of deeply rooted desire to sprout.
He sounds obsessed.
He is obsessed.
In one swift motion, he releases the hold he has on my throat, ripping a piece of his shirt. My brows narrow, and thequestions soon answer themselves – he uses the small piece of cloth as a makeshift blindfold, tying it and securing it at the back of my head.
He spins me around so that I’m facing the tree, holding my hands back with one of his, the other one trailing patterns down my spine. I shudder at the sensation, and he chuckles, continuing his maneuvers.
“You know…’’, he leans in, whispering in my ear. His body pressed against mine, and for a moment, I don’t know whether I should focus on the words he’s telling me or the raging bulge in his pants that’s pressing further into my ass. “Fear smells delicious on you. But more than that, I can fucking smell that you’re turned on, my hellion.’’
My cheeks flush, and the fact that I can’t see anything only serves to further arouse me. It’s such a fucked-up situation; my mind and body aren’t aligning. My brain’s telling me to scream, yell, and try to fight him off, yet the longer he’s touching me, the more my body surrenders to the carnal needs.
I don’t say anything; I’m too scared. Instead, I let this man, the same man who’s taken my virginity, touch me; the same man who’s most likely going on yearly killing sprees; the same man who’s wearing a bloody mask on his face.
The same man whose name I don’t know.
His fingertips burn through the fabric of my nightwear, leaving marks on my flesh. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the moisture between my legs is getting harder and harder to ignore. And the worst part? I want him to do something about it.
“Please,’’ I whisper. “Let me go.’’
It comes out so pathetic, and I don’t even believe the words I’m saying. No, I don’t want him to let me go. Gently, he brushes the hair off my shoulder, throwing it over the other. His fingertips graze my pulse point, and I have to bite my lip to prevent a pathetic sound from slipping.
“Do you truly want me to let you go?” He whispers back in a much more vicious tone. “Or do you want me to give you the relief that no one but me would ever be able to give you, my hellion?”
My heart starts beating furiously, and although I don’t see what’s happening, a shuffling noise reaches my ears. The next thing I feel is his lips on my neck. Instinctively, I tilt my head to the side to give him better access when I realize why he blindfolded me.
He planned on taking the mask off all this time and didn’t want me to see his face.
His lips feel divine on my skin. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles on the sensitive flesh, sending a wave of electricity straight to my core. His free hand sneaks up my shirt, his big hand sprawled across my stomach, gently caressing it.
“You taste even better than I remember,’’ he mumbles against my skin, and my eyes squeeze shut, trying to control myself. But my resolve is crumbling, and the inner desires are starting to win. “All I want to do is fuck you against this tree, my hellion. God, you don’t know how much I’m controlling myself right now.’’
I’m not sure what comes over me. Maybe it’s the taboo nature of this encounter, this entire situation, or the fact that this man is the only one I’ve ever been with. After he took myvirginity, I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with anyone else, and now that I’m right back in his claws, I want him to fuck me again.
Without thinking, I arch my back, and the thin material of the pajama bottoms isn’t helping. I feel his cock twitching, and I swallow a lump in my throat, knowing that he’s not someone who reacts to provocations well.
A low chuckle comes from him, and he releases my wrists, using his hand to grab a handful of my hair and pull my head back, his lips lingering on my ear.
“I tried giving you a way out, and you didn’t take it.’’
His hand moves from my stomach to the hem of my pajama bottoms, roughly pulling them down. The black lace underwear I have on already has a dark, wet patch, and it only continues to grow as his hand grips my ass tightly, promising to leave a bruise.
He moves my underwear to the sides, his finger finding my clit immediately. A low moan comes from me as he starts teasing me, rubbing it in a painfully slow manner. His touch is magnetic; it’s pulling me in to experience the depth of his depravity. He touches my entrance with his thumb, not quite slipping it inside, and I’m getting closer and closer to just begging him to give me what I want.
“You look so pretty when you’re helpless and desperate for me. So pretty,’’ he leans forward, kissing the soft spot behind my ear. “And you’re soaking for me. It’s fucking adorable.’’
“I don’t even know your name,’’ I croak out, steadying myself by placing my palms on the tree in front of me.
He chuckles. “James. My name is James.’’
Fucking hell, not a J name.
The sound of his belt unbuckling causes me to turn my head over my shoulder, as if I could see anything. His zipper goes down, and before I can think, his fingers are replaced by the tip of his cock.
His precum coats my clit, and he rubs it with the tip a few times, my small moans the only sound in this deadly silent forest. His hold on my hair tightens, and he pulls my head back at the same time when he pushes his cock inside of me.
