Page 22 of Carnival Monster

I release the girl, shoving her aside. She stumbles and falls to the ground, sobbing hysterically. But I barely notice her, my attention focused solely on Aurora.

“What are you doing here?” I growl, taking a step toward her.

She backs away, her eyes darting as if searching for an escape route. “I... I came to the carnival to find you.”

I tilt my head, studying her. She’s wearing a provocative Halloween costume, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that makes my blood run hot. Did she wear it for me?

I stalk toward her, my knife glinting in the faint glow of the carnival. The urge to speak, to tell her all the fucked up things I want to do to her, is strong. But I remain silent, letting my actions speak for me.

I drag the blade of my knife over her skin, tracing the delicate curve of her neck. She shivers beneath my touch, her pulse racing. I inhale deeply, drinking in her scent. It’s intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that makes my head spin.

My hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I can feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her costume, making me ache with need.

Pressing myself against her, I allow her to feel the hard length of my cock.

She gasps, her eyes widening. I can see the desire in her gaze. It only fuels my own desires, making me want to push her to the brink of madness.

I slip my hand beneath her skirt, my fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She bucks against me, a desperate whimper falling from her lips. I can feel how much she wants this and craves my touch.

The voices in my head are screaming now, urging me to take her right here in the shadows. To claim her as mine, to mark her skin with my blade and my teeth. The darkness inside me howls with hunger, demanding to be fed.

“How many cocks have you had in this cunt?” I demand, remembering how filthy she was on the camera last night. Moving my finger to probe her asshole, I lower my voice. “Or in this tight little ass because you rode that fucking dildo like a dirty little slut.”

Aurora moans and meets my gaze. “Zero.”

I tighten my grip on her throat, my eyes boring into hers. “Don’t lie to me, little one,” I growl, my voice low and threatening. “I know what I saw. No virgin fucks herself like that.”

But as I search her face, I see the truth in her eyes. She holds my gaze, unflinching, even as I cut off her air supply. There’s a defiance in her expression, a challenge that sends a thrill through me.

I release my hold on her throat, watching as she gasps for breath. Her chest heaves, the rise and fall of her breasts drawing my attention. I can’t help but imagine how they would feel in my hands, how her nipples would harden under my touch.

“You’re telling the truth,” I murmur, my voice rough. “A virgin, untouched by any man.”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from my chokehold. “Someone who can give me what I need.”

I lean in closer, my mask brushing against her cheek. “And what is it that you need, little one?”

She shivers. “I need the darkness,” she breathes, her words sending a jolt of electricity through me. “I need the pain, the fear. I need to be consumed by it.”

I growl, my cock throbbing with need. I’ve never met anyone like Aurora who craves the same things I do. It’s intoxicating, the way she surrenders to the darkness.

My fingers slip inside her pussy, and she’s soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I tease her. Aurora bucks against me, a desperate moan falling from her lips.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. I’m going to make you scream my name until you forget your own.”

She bites her lip. “What’s your name?”

I smirk. “Gage, little one.” I wrap my free hand around her throat. “Tell me what exactly it is you want me to do.”

Her eyes sparkle with a fire that matches the one burning inside me. This girl, this exquisite creature, craves the very things that I do. I’ve finally found someone who understands.

“I want you to chase me,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. “I want to run through these woods, feeling the fear of being hunted.”

I smirk, my fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. “And what then, little one? Do you want me to catch you?”

She nods, her gaze intense. “Wrestle me to the ground. I want to feel your strength, your power.”

My cock twitches at her words, straining against the fabric of my pants. Her desire for roughness, for domination, matches my own. I can already tell this girl will bring out the worst in me.

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