Page 52 of Carnival Monster

Gage’s grip on me loosens, and his lips brush against my ear. “Run, little one,” he growls, his voice muffled by the mask. “Run, and don’t look back.”

My heart pounds in my chest as he releases me, and I stumble forward, my legs shaking with adrenaline. I glance back over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of his hulking form, the skull mask glinting in the moonlight. A thrill runs through me, and I take off into the woods, my feet carrying me over the uneven ground.

The trees close around me, their branches reaching out like grasping hands. Gage’s heavy footsteps thud in the distance behind me.

I weave through the trees, my breath coming in short gasps. The night air is cool against my skin, and the adrenaline floods my veins.

Breaking through into a clearing, the moonlight filters down through the canopy. I pause momentarily, my chest heaving, and listen for any sign of Gage. The woods are silent, except for the distant sounds of the carnival and my heart pounding.

Suddenly, a twig snaps behind me, and I whirl around, my eyes wide. Gage emerges from the shadows, his massive form looming over me. I back up, my lips parting.

He stalks toward me with predatory movements, his eyes glinting behind the mask. He closes the distance between us, his hands coming up to grab me, forcing me to take another step back.

Instantly, I realize my mistake when I’m hoisted into the air by my legs, hanging from a rope attached to a tree upside down. Shit. I can’t believe I fell for this again. It’s not the first time he’s used a trap on me.

Gage got creative a few months ago. I think he got tips from Cade. Lily mentioned Cade has always loved trapping her. And Gage enjoys using a rope snare to catch me.

“Caught you,” he rumbles, stalking toward me while I’m suspended upside down by the rope.

The mask hides his expression, but I can see the dark hunger in his blue eyes. My heart races as he reaches out, hands running down my sides possessively.

His large hands grip my thighs as he steps closer, his hips pressing against my face. I close my eyes, my breath quickening. His touch is rough, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“You know what happens when I catch you,” he murmurs. “You’re mine.”

His fingers dig into my flesh, and I moan, unable to hold back. Suddenly, he unzips his pants, and his hard cock slaps against my cheek, and a shiver runs through me. I want him, crave the release only he can give me.

“Open wide, little one,” he growls, his hand fisting in my hair.

Opening my mouth wide, I accept the huge, thick length of him right into the back of my throat. In this position, he has unrestricted access, and I love it. He uses me, taking his pleasure from my mouth and throat. And I’m helpless, upside down, and restrained, reduced to a plaything.

His thrusts become more insistent, his grip on my hair tightening. I moan around him, my eyes squeezing shut as I focus on the feeling of him dominating me.

“That’s it, take it,” he grits out, his voice hoarse with need. “Feel how hard you make me, how much I want to claim every inch of you.”

I whimper, unable to respond as his cock fills my mouth. My throat constricts around him, and he growls, his hips stuttering as he seeks his own release.

He pulls out abruptly, leaving me gasping for breath. And then he tears at my panties, my skirt around my hips from being hung upside down. I feel his tongue against my most sensitive spot. My back arches instinctively, my body craving more, but I’m restrained.

Being trapped and restrained heightens the sensations. The thrill of helplessness, of being at his mercy, pushes me closer to the edge.

“Open wide,” he demands.

Opening my mouth, he enters my throat again, and I relax, taking him deep. I’ve improved at this, learning to suppress my gag reflex over the past months.

Gage’s tongue flicks faster over my clit until I’m seeing stars. The pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter within me. His cock slides in and out of my mouth as I lose control, screaming my release into the night.

My body shakes with the force of my orgasm. Through blurry eyes, I see Gage move away. He kicks off his pants and then takes out his knife, cutting me free from the snare.

I tumble to the ground, landing painfully in a heap.

But there’s no time to recover, as Gage is on me instantly. I see the flash of steel in the moonlight, and then I feel the sting of the knife as it slices through my clothing, shredding my skirt and panties.

He looms over me, his eyes glittering with dark intentions, and then his hands are on my throat, squeezing just enough to send sparks of pleasure through me. My back hits the forest floor, and I feel the roughness of the terrain bite into my skin.

His thick cock teases my entrance, and I tilt my hips toward him, silently inviting him to take what he wants. I want him to know that I’m his and that I crave his dominance and power.

As if sensing my thoughts, he growls and slams into me, claiming me in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my body shaking at the force of his possession.

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