Page 33 of Carnival Monster

“Be a good girl and wait.” He pulls out, denying me completely.

I cry out, my body aching with need.

He chuckles darkly, enjoying my frustration.

I struggle against the restraints, desperate to touch myself, to find relief.

“You’re all mine, Aurora. Remember that.” There’s a dangerous edge to his voice.

I crane my neck, trying to look into his eyes, but they’re hidden behind the mask. Only his mouth is visible, and it’s utterly beautiful. I never knew someone could have a beautiful mouth, but his is.

He covers his mouth with his mask, and his eyes are hooded, a mixture of lust and something darker. I sense the predator within, the monster that lurks beneath his calm exterior. It thrills, scares, and excites me all at once.

He steps back and my feet fall back to the cage floor. He takes in my bound form, my nakedness laid bare for his pleasure. “Beautiful,” he whispers, his tone appreciative.

I want to cover myself, feeling vulnerable. But I can’t. I’m his captive, tied and bound.

He closes the distance between us, his eyes burning with intensity. “Now, where were we?”

Gage grips my thighs and lifts my legs again. His erection presses into my pussy, and he grinds against me. His hands roam my body possessively. He bites my neck, marking me, and his hands tighten on my hips before he slams back inside me violently.

Gage’s movements are fierce and unyielding. The force slams me against the cage’s metal bars painfully, trapping me in a whirlwind of sensations. My wrists strain against the restraints as I arch my back, meeting his relentless pace. He fills me completely, owning me with every stroke.

The sound of our skin slapping together and my shameless moans fill the night air. I’m lost in a blur of lust and violence, loving every second. I want him to consume me, to devour me, to leave his mark on my body and soul.

The rough grind of his mask against my skin, the way he pulls my hair and the brutal grip of his hands on my hips—it all fuels my desire.

I whimper, caught between pleasure and pain. It’s excruciating; this need builds inside me, spiraling out of control.

“Please, Gage, I need?—”

He shifts the mask again and muffles my words with his mouth, devouring me with a ravenous kiss.

“Not yet, little one,” he growls against my lips. “I want to savor this.”

I’m putty in his hands, molded by his every desire. My body stretches to accommodate him, my muscles screaming with protest as my wrists remain bound above my head.

Gage’s hands slide up my thighs to my ass, lifting me and changing the angle of his assault. He drives into me deeper, finding a sweet spot that sends shocks of pleasure through my core. I cry out, my walls clenching around him.

“That’s it. Let go.” His voice is a harsh whisper, filled with command.

I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the avalanche of sensations. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I surrender to the tide of my orgasm. It sweeps through me, taking me higher with each wave. I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Gage growls, a feral sound that echoes my primal release. I feel him throbbing inside me, his own climax overtaking him. He spills himself into me, his hips stuttering as he fills me with his cum.

We’re connected in this moment of shared pleasure, the violence of our passion tempered by the intimacy of our surrender. Gage’s weight presses me against the cage bars, and I long to run my hands over his powerful muscles. He’s still dressed except for his cock poking through his pants, and I’m naked. It’s a stark contrast.

He pushes the mask back in place, pulls his knife from his jacket pocket, and slices through the ropes, keeping one strong arm around me. Holding me, he sits in the cage seat and pulls me against him. I feel the stickiness of our combined release coating my inner thighs. The cooling night air washes over us, but I’m oblivious to anything beyond the warmth of Gage’s body against mine.

I lean into him, my cheek pressing against his chest. I can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear. I want to stay like this forever, lost in this dark embrace, caught between pleasure and the lingering edge of fear.

Gage holds me tightly, his arms a protective cocoon. In this moment, I feel truly alive, truly understood. The darkness within me has found its counterpart, and together, we create a beautiful, terrifying symphony of lust and violence.

Reality begins to trickle back, and the realization of what we just did hits me like a slap in the face. He fucked me with a gun, for fuck’s sake. I pull away, searching his eyes for judgment or condemnation. But I find only heat and satisfaction, a mirror to the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

I swallow, my throat dry. “What now?” The question hangs between us, heavy with uncertainty.

Gage’s intense gaze holds me captive, his expression unreadable. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s contemplating my demise, adding me to his list of victims. But then he leans down, his mask brushing my ear. “I’m not done with you, little one. Not ever.”

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