Page 4 of Unveiled

“My bedroom is back there,” I tell him as I break the kiss, pointing to the door at the back of the apartment. When he sees where we’re going, he turns back to me and places his lips back to mine. This time, he picks me up so my legs wrap around his waist as he walks us through the apartment.

“Are you sure about this?” Owen asks as he pushes open my bedroom door. Instead of answering, I cup my hands around his jaw like he did to me and tilt his head to look up at me. My answer is my tongue pushing through his lips, demanding entrance. He moans as our tongues dance together and shoves my back against a wall as he kicks the door shut.

It’s dark in here, but I know he can hear through the cameras, too.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, baby,” Owen moans against my mouth as he grinds his hips into mine. I can feel it through his jeans, pushing against me.

His mouth moves from my lips to my neck, trailing further down as he tries to contain himself. I give him small pants and whimpers, letting him know I like what he’s doing and encouraging him to continue, but I can’t make my mind stop wandering.

Is he watching? If he is, what is he thinking? It’s not unlike him to lash out after I’ve done something bad, but he dared me to do this. If he didn’t want me to go through with it, he could have just said something.

Not that I would have listened.

I deserve this. A nice, normal guy that wants to be with me, even if it’s just for one night. Maybe that’s all Owen will be, but that’s all he has to be.

When Owen pulls away from my neck, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, leaving me in my bra. Even in the dark, his gaze takes in every inch of skin I’m willing to show him.

One of his hands leaves my butt, using his weight to keep me pinned against the wall as he slowly lowers the strap of my bra and pulls my breast out of the lacy cup.

“Wow, your tits are amazing,” Owen tells me. I roll my eyes, knowing he can’t see it, even if the lights were on. His eyes focus on the soft, pink nipple staring back at him, trying with all of his power to see it in the darkness.

I wish he wouldn’t talk. He’s trying to make this more personal by complimenting me and talking dirty, but I want no part of it. I just want to be two strangers in the night, enjoying each other’s bodies. Is that so wrong?

“I’m going to suck your nipple so hard, you’re going to come so hard without me even touching your pussy.”

Inwardly, I cringe. The more he talks, the less attractive he becomes. But, on the outside, I act like I’m into it.

“Yes,” I moan. He dips his head down, trying to tease me by slowly getting closer to my nipple. Just as I can feel his breath skating across my skin, he stops and his whole body goes stiff.

“Owen? What’s wrong?”

The switch next to me flips, flooding the room with light and illuminating the situation in front of me. My first reaction is to scramble off of Owen and pull my bra back up to hide myself, which shows just how much I care about the man I was about to take into my bed.

“Ainsley?” Owen calls my name, terrified to move with a knife pressed against his throat. It’s not him I’m looking at, though.

“I don’t enjoy hearing another man’s name on your lips, little one,” the monster tells me as he looks at me through the eyes of his mask. A mask I never thought I’d see again, especially since he was finally comfortable enough to show me his face.

“Then you’ll probably want to leave, because I wasn’t done,” I inform him, putting as much attitude in my voice as I can with the shock of seeing him here. Owen looks at me with wide eyes, horrified that I would backtalk the man holding him in such a vulnerable position.

The monster growls at me, his knife pressing further against Owen’s throat until a trickle of blood flows down his neck. Owen whimpers pathetically, still afraid to move.

“Oh, you’re done, little one. There’s no question about that.”

In one swift movement, he pulls the knife away from Owen’s throat and grabs his arm, snapping it in half. The sound of crunching bones fills my ears, making me want to gag while the monster drops Owen’s arm as I watch it dangle there limply.

It takes a second for the situation to register with Owen, but once it does, all he feels is pain. He screams out in agony, an ear-piercing scream that has me covering my ears.

When he realizes he’s free, he yanks the bedroom door open and runs out, holding his limp arm as he goes. I turn my back to the monster, searching for my shirt on the floor so I can get dressed again. I’m almost grateful I didn’t have to go through with that, but also annoyed that I didn’t get to make a point.

“Don’t turn away from me, Ainsley,” the monster orders me, anger seeping into his tone. He’s controlling himself pretty well, considering what just happened.

“I’m surprised you let him walk out of here,” I muse, plucking my shirt off the ground. Before I can pull it over my head, it’s pulled from my hand and thrown back on the ground.

With a huff of annoyance, I turn around to find blue eyes staring at me through the skull mask. I spent so long seeing him like this; I know how to read his emotions through only his eyes. Right now, he’s practically shaking with rage.

“He didn’t know any better. You, on the other hand, are more than deserving of my punishment,” he tells me. He grabs me by the throat, dragging me back to the wall I was just pushed against while Owen was grinding against me.

“I did nothing wrong,” I force out through my teeth. “We’re not together. I can sleep with whoever I want.”

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