Page 44 of Darkness Tempt Me
I see the moment Peyton notices. His eyes become hooded, and his strokes pick up the pace. Until he realizes I’m not a figment of his imagination and screams. He bolts upright in bed. Before he can form a plan, I’m sprinting to the front of the house and using my other spare key on my keyring to unlock the door. Rookie mistake, because by the time I’m storming into the house, Peyton is already out the back door and sprinting toward the trees.
He’s still in nothing but his lingerie, but at least he was quick enough to tuck his hard erection away and slip into a pair of black boots. Peyton is a fucking vision with all his pale skin jiggling in that pretty lace. I know it’s so fucking wrong, but my libido decides that this is one sexy-as-fuck game, and by the end of the night, Iwillbe inside my husband.
Giving my Peyton a head start—and my cock a few strokes—I wait one more moment before I take off after him.
The crunching of the leaves and the snapping of branches up ahead tell me exactly where Peyton is. Since I’m a practicedpredator, it doesn’t take long for me to catch up to my boy. His breathing is labored, and his pace has slowed dramatically.
A branch snaps under my foot, and Peyton hears. He whips his head back and looks over his shoulder. He gasps when he sees me in my mask right behind him. He tries to run faster, but it’s useless. He trips, and I use his momentum to push him to the ground.
I yank him by the ankles and drag him closer to me. The air whooshes from his lungs. I climb on top of him, still fully clothed, but the feral part of me doesn’t care. I could probably rut against his body and be happy.
“Mavik?” Peyton asks in a shaky, labored voice. He already knows it’s me, but seeing the skull mask means he probably wants confirmation. Such a smart boy.
“Did you miss me?” I pin his wrists above his head.
He gasps, struggling, or hell maybe grinding against me. “Itisyou.”
I slide a hand down his body, noting the way some of the lingerie has ripped in places. He tries to kick me, but I press my body against him, letting my weight smash him against the forest floor. “No, don’t do that,” I tsk. “How will I reward my good boy for keeping all my secrets if he struggles?”
He gasps. “Th-that’s not what I’m doing! You’re crazy.” He thrashes and kicks more. The movement only gets me harder.
“And yet, you haven’t said your safe word, love.” If he says it, I’ll stop. He doesn’t realize it yet, but Peyton holds all the cards.
I lift my body weight off him and rip the lacy material of his decorative bralette off him. He moans. He fuckingmoans. The sound flips a switch in me. I lower my face to his neck and suck a mark onto his skin. He whimpers, grinding harder. My hand finds his cock, and I wrap my fingers around his thick length.
“Fuck. Look how hard you are for your husband. Is this what you want, Pey? You want me to take you right here, to fuck you into the dirt?”
His breathing becomes more labored. Giving up the fight, he rubs his erection against my thigh. “Please, Mavik,” he begs. “Please.”
“I’m sorry, little light. As much as I want to do that, I need to make sure you can’t run when we’re done. My little brat has been a naughty boy.” Carefully, I wrap my hand around his throat and add a little pressure. One of his hands wiggles free, but to my shock, he places his hand over mine, adding pressure until he passes out.
Chapter twenty-seven
Peyton
The sound of running water wakes me from my sleep. At first, I’m so confused. “Where am I?” I murmur out loud.
“Somewhere safe,” a deep voice rumbles next to me.
“Mavik?” I ask, struggling against my binds. Wait. I’m tied up? I’m sitting upright, strapped to a chair. That’s when I register the soft material of the blindfold around my eyes. My breaths pick up. “Mavik, why am tied up?”
“You don’t remember?”
As if his words unlock something inside of me, a barrage of memories comes forth. The burner phone. The videos.Jimmy’svideo. Mavik, in a mask, chasing me.
Cold air hits my skin, causing my nipples to pebble. I’m still practically naked, in nothing but ripped lace. The combination of my sensitive skin, the memories of our chase, and the image of that mask causes my cock to jump.
No. What the fuck? No! Why am I getting hard, and what the actual fuck is wrong with me? I blame all those damn darkromances I read. That and all the thirst traps on social media with men in masks.
Only this isn’t one of my dark fantasies; this is real life. I struggle against the binds again. “Let me go. You’re…you’re a…” My words trail off. I can’t even say it.You’re a murderer. A serial killer. Say it. Say it.But I can’t.
“God, Pey. You’re hard again.” He chuckles low, causing my face to flush with heat. “Do you want me to take care of that for you? I know you want me to.”
“You don’t know me,” I snap. Or, fuck, maybeIdon’t knowhim. Images of what he did to Jimmy filter through my mind. It’s fucked up, but he protected me. He helped me when no one else would. Fuck, is this some type of Stockholm syndrome or something? But I know that isn’t true. Hejustkidnapped me, and I’ve had feelings for him for years, but I’ve only known he was a murderer for days. How many people has Mavik saved by killing all those rapists and abusive assholes?
“I know you, little light. I know everything about you. I know your favorite color. How you take your coffee, and all your favorite foods.” He traces a finger over my cheek, reminding me of the way he caresses a blade over some of his victims.
I’m so embarrassed by my body’s reaction, but I want him. I loved that savage dominance I saw when he chased me through the forest. I want more. More of him. Still, I try to fight, though my words sound weak and pathetic to my own ears. “We’ve been working together for three years, of course you know those things.”
