Page 11 of Welcome to Carnage

“I saw you talking to that man earlier,” he says, a hard edge to his tone.

“What man?” I ask.

“Over by the hot dog stand. I didn’t like it.” He tightens his grasp on my hips, pushing me harder against the wall. “From this moment forward, you belong to me, understood?”

“The only man I spoke to by the hot dog stand was the guy serving them! How else would I get a hot dog without talking to him?”

He growls. “There’s talking, and there’s being flirtatious. You were the latter.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He grabs my throat and squeezes. “Let me show you.” He slides my panties across and shoves his fingers inside me, making me groan.

It’s a violation. And yet, I love the feeling. I’m out of control, yet I’ve never felt more turned on. There’s something very wrong with me. Even the thought of the masked chase has always been alluring to me, being chased by a stranger in a mask, unsure what he’ll do to you when he catches you. It looks like I’m about to learn.

“Fuck,” He sounds overcome with desire. “Your pussy is so tight and wet for me. I’d love to split you open on my cock.”

I shudder, tensing as I’m a virgin.

“For now, I’ll settle with you coming on my fingers so you know who you belong to.”

He lifts his mask so I can see his mouth and strong jaw, but he kisses me before I can analyze the small section of his face. It’s not a sweet or tender kiss. It’s feral and vicious. His teeth nip at my lips, and then he thrust his tongue into my mouth like he’s fucking it.

I wonder how it would feel to be fucked by this man. Probably as good as it feels to be kissed by him.

His fingers move in and out of me in a teasing rhythm, slowly building my climax.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice grates against my ear. His fingers, unrelenting, continue their tormenting dance inside me.

I can’t respond or speak, lost in the wave of pleasure threatening to crash any moment. Instead, I moan, a sound that spurs him on. “That’s it, my little hellion. Let go for me. Show me how much you want this.”

His thumb circles my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through me. “Come on my fingers, Avina,” he growls. Before this, I hadn’t gone past first base with a guy. It’s unbelievable that I don’t even know who this is, and he’s forcing me to come for him somewhere so public.

His fingers quicken, and his thumb circles my clit harder, pushing me to the edge.

“Oh fuck!”

He groans as he thrusts in harder and faster. “Such a good girl. And all mine,” he growls the last word like a beast.

Once I recover from the earth-shattering climax, I open my eyes, blinking away the stars that dance before my vision. Still panting, I sense the man staring at me through the mask, his fingers still buried within me. He slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and exposed.

He brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean. “So fucking sweet. Aren’t you?”

I shudder at the question. “Who are you?” I ask again.

He shakes his head. “All you need to know is you belong to me now. If I so much as see you going near another man, I’ll kill him, understand?” The hardness in his tone makes my heart race. “If another man touches you, I’ll murder him.”

“You’ve got to be jok—”

He wraps his palm around my throat and squeezes. “I’m not joking. Please don’t push me, little hellion. I’ll show you the true extent of my depravity.”

I hate that the idea of this man killing for me turns me on. That’s a psychopathic thought. I’ve had dark thoughts for as long as I can remember, and I fear this man might bring them to the surface when I’ve tried desperately to bury them.

“Tell me you understand?” he demands.

I nod. “I understand.”

Within moments, he’s gone, leaving me with the sound of my pounding heart. His words echo in my mind, a haunting promise and threat. I’m shaken, my body humming from the intense orgasm and my heart pounding from the danger and thrill. I’ve been claimed tonight, marked by a man whose face I don’t know. But his touch, distorted voice, and scent are seared into my mind forever. I know I’ll never forget him. My masked man.

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