Page 23 of Carnival Monster

“And then?” I prompt. “What happens after I have you on the ground?”

Aurora bites her lip, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me rough in the dirt.”

Her words send a bolt of pure need straight to my groin. I grab her then, my hands on her body as I back her against the nearest tree. I lift my mask to reveal my mouth and slam it against hers. My tongue plunders her mouth as I taste her for the first time.

Her hands claw at my back, her nails clawing at the skin through my shirt. I tear my mouth from hers, nipping and sucking at her neck as I pull her dress up. Lowering my head, I capture a hard nipple between my teeth through her bra, biting down gently and growling.

She screams, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and it fuels my need to mark her as mine. Slipping my hand between her thighs again, I rub her through her panties. She bucks against my hand, her hips moving frantically as she seeks relief.

But I won’t make it easy for her. Slowly, I withdraw my hand, my lips curving into a malicious smile as I slip the mask back into place. “Run from your monster, little one,” I whisper, stepping back. “Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back.”

She stares at me momentarily, her eyes widening as she understands I’m going to make her dirty fantasy come true. Then she turns and flees, her feet pounding against the forest floor.

I let her get a head start, savoring the anticipation. Oddly, the thrill of the chase is so much sweeter knowing she wants this—that she’s begging for it.

With a roar, I launch myself after her, my long strides double hers.

She’s fast, I’ll give her that. But I’m faster. The moonlight filters through the treetops, casting an eerie glow on the path ahead.

I crash through the trees, ignoring the branches that scratch my skin. Aurora darts between the trees, her footsteps light and nimble. But I’m gaining on her, my hunter’s instinct kicking in.

My mind is a whirlwind of disjointed thoughts and images. Aurora sprawled beneath me, her eyes wide with fear and desire. I imagine the feel of her soft skin beneath my hands, the way she would squirm and writhe as I dominated her.

The darkness within me howls with hunger, urging me to claim her. To mark her flesh with my teeth and my knife. To have her blood on my cock when I tear her open. The night is alive with the sound of my pursuit, my heavy breathing, and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.

I reach out, my fingers grazing her waist. She screams, the sound spurring me on. With a roar, I envelop her in a tight embrace, tackling her to the ground. We tumble in a mess of limbs, our breath becoming ragged gasps.

I roll on top of her, my body pinning hers to the forest floor. She struggles against me, her eyes wild and frantic. But I’m too strong. My need is too great.

I can feel her heart pounding beneath my palm as I hold her wrists above her head. Her skin is soft, her body yielding beneath mine. I sense her fear, and it only makes me harder.

My need for her is a living thing. It consumes me, clouding my thoughts and driving me to the edge of sanity. I knew I shouldn’t have done this. Taking her to my trailer would’ve been the smart thing to do rather than chase her. The monster inside has taken over, and I can’t stop.

Her breasts heave with each breath, straining against the thin fabric of her costume. With my free hand, I cup one, squeezing it hard, and roll her nipple between my fingers. She rewards me with a whimper that makes my dick twitch violently. I can’t take this much longer.

I bow my head and shift the mask so I can touch my lips to the sensitive column of her throat. She tastes of salt and desire. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” I murmur against her skin. The blood coursing through her veins is like a siren’s song to me.

Her struggles intensify as she tries to break free. But I tighten my grip, growling, “You’re not getting away from me, little one. This was your idea, remember?”

She squirms underneath me, the feel of her soft body driving me wild. The night is dark and endless, the perfect backdrop for what I’m about to do.

“Stop fighting me,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “You know you want this. You came looking for me, little one.”

Her eyes sparkle with defiance even as she struggles to break free. “Let me go, you monster,” she hisses, but there’s no force behind her words.

I chuckle, the sound deep and menacing. “Monster, am I? And here I thought you wanted me.”

I press my body against hers, letting her feel the evidence of my desire. She gasps as she realizes how hard I am for her and how much I want her.

“You have got no idea what I want,” she challenges, trying to push me away.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “I know exactly what you want, Aurora. You want me to take control and make you feel things you’ve never felt.”

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “Gage,” she moans, her voice thick with need.

I tear at her costume, ripping the fabric to reveal her creamy skin beneath. My cock throbs, demanding to be inside her. I silence her gasp with a brutal kiss, claiming her mouth with mine as I shove my knife against her throat. Then I tear her panties off with my free hand. She tries to cover herself, but there’s no escaping me. I lower myself on top of her.

“Don’t hide from me, little one. Every inch of you is mine to explore.”

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