Page 48 of Unmasking Mayhem
"Eight 'o'clock," he says even lower, looking at me with worry in his eyes.
I quickly snap my attention to him, sneaking a rapid glance in the direction he's talking about, noticing a figure donning all black with a mask over his face that glows a neon blue. I notice the silhouette of a rifle stand beside him, the gun pointing right at us with a red dot that pierces Whitney’s bedroom window. The mental torture is a mindfuck, and to think, Whitney has no idea she's being watched.
Hawk and I share a nod as we rise from the roof and help Whit to her feet. Hawk quickly gathers everything while I carefully lead the way down the fire escape to her balcony, slipping into safety through the sliding glass door. I close the curtains, feeling a fire stir in my gut, but I keep it under control, not wanting to get her all worked up. If he was going to shoot us, he would've done it by now, so it makes me think it's just Dustin trying to fuck with her head. As long as Hawk and I are with her, he won't fucking be able to.
"Uh, what's going on?" Whitney asks, pulling off her drenched shirt and shorts, standing in front of us in a black lingerie set, her tattoos and bruises on full display.
"Nothing, why?" I stammer rather quickly, grabbing her a blanket off the back of the couch.
"I don't know," she says skeptically. "You're both just oddly quiet and... smothering."
"Get used to us always being around you, Little Mischief, because now that the truth is out in the open, we're never leaving your fucking side," Hawk spits, his voice more deep and commanding than usual.
He walks closer to her, wrapping his arm around her bare waist and yanking her against his chest. He cups her chin with one hand and brings his mouth mere inches from hers, his demeanor giving off more of a threat. Slowly I step towards them, stopping when the tips of my shoes touch the side of Whitney's feet, sighing as I watch the heated moment between them. Hawk grabs her throat and kisses her, violently backing her up and slamming her against the wall. I watch, forgetting about the fact that we're being watched, getting harder and more worked up by the second. I want her. I fucking want her right now.
As their lips are locked in a vicious duel, I slowly walk up beside her again and put my lips to her collarbone, breathing heavily as I ghost them across it, watching her shiver while still locked in the kiss. I teasingly push down her bra straps, letting them fall down her shoulders, and unclasp the back with two fingers before yanking it off of her. Whitney gasps, her breath catching in her throat as Hawk's lips part from hers. He looks at me, an unspoken understanding exchanging between us as the tension thickens in the air. The weight of everything we'd just learned, combined with the frantic energy pulsing through our bodies, creates an intoxicating rush that’s fucking impossible to ignore. Her skin glistens under the dim light, shimmering like a canvas waiting to be painted on. I can feel the rhythm of her heart pulsing through my fingertips as they trail down her bare arms, igniting sparks wherever I touch.
"We have to be quiet," I whisper, my voice low and husky, the urgency sending shivers down my spine.
Hawk nods, his grip still firm on her throat as he leans down to capture her lips once more, kissing her deeply but carefully, as if she’s made of glass. I move my hands down, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly as I guide her body closer to Hawk’s, molding her between us like a flame licking at the edges of the dark. The kiss deepens further, and the air around us starts to feel electrified. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, her short breaths mingling with ours, creating a symphony of urgency and need. My fingers explore the contours of her curves, tracing the bruises that mar her smooth skin, yet my touch is gentle, reverent.
“Dustin won’t hurt you anymore,” I promise, my lips brushing against her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent as the rain continues to patter against the window. “Not while we’re here.”
Whispered hopes intertwine with passionate touches, turning the air thick with both danger and desire. The reality of our situation snaps back into focus when I become aware of the still-present risk of being exposed.
"Whitney," I murmur, breaking away from her neck to meet her gaze. "We need to be careful. If Dustin's close enough to see you, he won't hesitate to try something."
She looks conflicted, emotions swirling behind her eyes—a mixture of fear, resilience, and a flicker of something stronger that sparks my adrenaline.
“I know,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, as I see her bravado begin to emerge. “I won’t let him have that kind of hold over me again. If I want to fuck both of you, I'm going to. If he's watching, fucking let him.”
“Good,” Hawk interjects, his tone more assertive as he takes her other hand, grounding her in the middle of both of us. “If youallow him to get inside your head, then he wins. But we’re not letting that happen.”
I nod. “No more hiding,” I agree, squeezing her tighter as the rain continues to drum against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside us.
I step up to her, pulling off my shirt and dropping it on the floor beside me. I undo my belt and watch as she stares at me while I undress, her eyes big and dark, with a wildness inside them I can't fucking ignore. When all my clothes are off, Hawk undresses, leaving Whitney the only one with clothing on. I smirk, locking my fingers around her wrist.
"Take your fucking underwear off, Whitney," I demand, my other hand stroking my cock to get it ready for her.
Hawk and I step back, watching her stand there in front of us with her thumbs tucked into the band of her thong, a devious look in her eyes.
"Mmm, yes, Daddy," she purrs, almost making me cum all over my fucking hand.
With a flick of her wrist, she pulls the fabric down her legs, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her completely to us. The vulnerability should be jarring, yet it only seems to ignite the fire deep inside. Her confidence radiates like heat from a raging inferno as she stands before us, naked and unashamed. The vulnerability transforms into power, and I can see it in the way she holds her head high, daring us to approach. Hawk's breath hitches beside me, and I feel the tension escalate. This isn't merely sexual; it's a declaration of defiance against the chains that tried to bind her, a rebellion against the shadows of her past. We're not just witnessing her transformation; we're a fucking part of it.
“Damn,” I breathe, captivated by her beauty.
The haunting memories of her past mix with the thrill of the moment, reminding us all that this isn’t just about physicaldesire; it’s a reclamation of her body, her narrative, and her right to choose her path.
“Come here, you two,” she beckons, her voice sultry as she takes a step closer, the warmth of her naked body a magnet pulling me and Hawk in. “No more waiting.”
“Are you sure?” Hawk asks, his voice low and cautious yet laced with hunger.
Without hesitation, we close the distance that separates us, surrounding her in a protective cocoon of strength and warmth. My hands cup her face, tilting her head slightly as our lips meet again, igniting an explosion of sensations that seem to cascade through every nerve ending.
As our kisses deepen, I feel Hawk's presence behind her, his hands sliding down her sides to gather her waist, pulling her against him. She melts into both of us, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. And it feels right.
“Let us show you how powerful you are,” I whisper, trailing kisses from her mouth to her collarbone, then down to the swell of her breasts as Hawk captures her lips once more.
