Page 14 of Pretty Pink Poison
I started to turn back toward the way I came but his leather gloved hand whipped out and caught my elbow, shoving me into a wall of stacked hay. The knife was at my throat so fast I barely had time to struggle. “Let me go, or I’ll scream.”
Still, he didn’t say a word. Instead he leaned close and breathed in deep enough for me to hear it, to feel it against my ear. I shuddered at his closeness, at how he smashed his body against mine so I couldn’t take in his clothing. I had been trying to look at markings of any sort but now all I felt was his heat against me in the autumn air, the blade at my neck digging in, and my heart pumping so fast like it knew I was doomed.
He rubbed the mask back and forth in my neck and ground his cock into my stomach to the same rhythm. I whimpered but didn’t scream. I was blaming it on the fact that I was scared he’d kill me.
But I was a girl being held hostage by a masked man and I wanted to live out the twisted fantasy tonight. Not be myself. Not do what everyone expected. Not be the woman promised to Rafe. I didn’t want the normal birthday where I acted fine seeing Bane with Morgan.
“Five seconds to run before I catch you,” he whispered. Not the slightest part of his voice could be heard, nothing that would give him away. But then he said, “You asked for a stranger to steal your virginity, Bianca. And I’m about to.”
Then he stepped back away from me, and I felt the loss of that man’s heat immediately. My mouth opened to say something, but his gloved hand went up to show me five fingers. One went down… He tilted his head. Another.
And I ran.
I wasn’t a stupid girl. I had responsibilities. I couldn’t be sure that man was Bane, nor be sure even if it was him, he wouldn’t tell the world about us hooking up if I gave in. I ran for the exit.
But my mind was all jumbled as a clown jumped out, and I yelped, falling back.
I ran the other way, not thinking about the direction I was going, and fell into cobwebs. I rounded a corner, swiping them out of my face, and another man with a joker mask wrapped his arm around me.
“Want me to make you smile, baby?” He cackled as I reared back but he was yanked off me and punched in the face two times before my pursuer brought the joker’s face down on his knee.
“Don’t touch my girl. She’smine.”
I tried to lunge away, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back even as I fought him. He held me near, as if my struggle was a mere inconvenience as he slid the knife into his pocket, still looking at the man on the ground before he bent and threw me over his shoulder.
I kicked and screamed frantically, yelling at the joker on the floor to help me now. Tears ran down my eyes as I reached for him, but the guy didn’t hold a hand out.
The man’s face was bloodied, and his eyes were full of real fear before he murmured a weaksorryand let us turn the corner without so much as attempting to stop my kidnapper.
That’s who this man was. Akidnapper.
And I didn’t care if it was Bane or not. I wanted it to stop.
“Bane, if this is you, you better stop.” I hit the back of him hard and pulled at his shirt to try to claw at his skin. He squeezed my thigh before he shoved his hand up my dress and smacked my ass so hard that I yelped at the pain. And then his hand slid between my legs.
“Please,” I whispered but my hips wiggled when the leathered finger pushed my thong to the side and slid into my pussy. So easily he accessed the most intimate part of me. And it was my fault too. My body reacted to all this in a way I couldn’t control. I was drenched, soaked so much so that I heard the sound of my own arousal as he rhythmically worked my body while he walked. “How dare you?” I cried, but it was a weak attempt at acting as if I didn’t like it.
Especially when I spread my thighs further so he could push another finger in. I gasped at the feel of the stitches on his leathered thumb moving over my clit.
My struggle of trying to get away stopped there. I knew I was pathetic, but the adrenaline, the fear, the intoxicating pull of it was too much for my body to ignore. I needed an outlet, and Iwas ashamed to say I was letting him give it to me. “Please don’t do this.”
He stopped for only a second to push through cornstalks and led us into a hidden patch I didn’t know existed. It wasn’t supposed to. This area was a row of hay stacked as high as his head so no one would see us.
No one would find us either.
All this had been added on somehow. Long mirrors on either side of a hole in the hay enabled me to see out toward the firepit that was by the fun house in the distance. In the middle of the small space was a haystack, and he threw me down on it.
I gasped and tried to scramble off it, but he grabbed my neck and slammed me back into it. Stepping between my legs, he pressed so close he probably felt my wet panties against his black pants. “Don’t do this. Someone’s going to come through and find you. You’ll never live through what the syndicate does to you if they do.”
It was true even if I’d have to endure the time with him until someone found me. He’d walled us off in here and I knew my costumed friends weren’t looking for me now. We’d all had enough to drink, Rafe had told them I was exploring in here by myself, and the music was bumping loud enough that the screams from the fun house and maze were muffled.
It gave him enough time to do what he wanted. Gave him enough time to hurt me, rape me, kill me.
He just took the blade from his pocket again and pointed at my clothes, whispering one word. “Off.”
“No.” I shook my head. He couldn’t be serious. “Someone could see or—”
He cut the fabric down the middle, somehow careful enough not to slice my skin even as I grabbed at his wrists to stop. “The man I’m going to marry is out there.”
