Page 144 of Shadows in Bloom

My head tilts a fraction. “You make me sick.”

He tries to escape past me again, but I shove him back, causing him to stumble against the dresser and knock over the items on top. I grip his jaw and sink my teeth into his bottom lip, rolling my hips into his, and he whimpers into my mouth.

This is what I love the most—the push and the pull.

“Stop pretending you don’t love it,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his ear and feeling his heart pound. “You’re sick too, Professor.”

He doesn’t fight me as I pull the bloodied jigsaw mask from his fingers, and a tremor runs through him when I slip it on. He tracks my every move, his eyes glassy with tears, but beneath the fear is something far more delicious.

My exhales waft against the inside of the mask as he gulps, taking me in—the dried blood, the truth that stares back at him, the obsession that clings to my fingers.

He’s right. I am sick.

Very fucking sick.

Grabbing him in a chokehold, I dig my fingers into the sides of his neck. He grapples with my wrist, but there’s no real struggle behind his fight. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to steal what’s mine,” I say, palming his hard shaft and stroking the length through his underwear. “You can pretend I’m sick and that you want to escape, but we both know you won’t call the cops because you’re as sick as me.”

“I’m not,” he tries to argue, but I tighten my grip on his throat.

“No?” I let him go just as fast and step back. “Go ahead then. Run.”

MARSHALL

His gaze drops to the wet patch on my boxers. I can barely stay upright when he hums, dripping sex behind the mask. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, fisting his cock and sliding his big hand over the length. I stay rooted. Seconds pass while my heart thrashes madly. I should leave. Cruz is a killer. Fuck… The crimson on his mask turns my blood to ice. But my dick throbs harder than ever, soaking the fabric. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I not running? Why is my head such a mess? I have a choice to make—run or stay? Go with logic or sink deeper into this madness?

Inhaling a steadying breath, I hook my thumbs into my waistband and push them down my thighs in an act of surrender. His bloodied mask tilts to the side as though he’s observing every quivering exhale, every trembling muscle, and every flicker of fear.

He will never let me go, and I’m not sure I want him to.

“Why me, Cruz?” My boxers pool around my ankles, and I palm my cock, sucking in a breath as pleasure heats my core. “I’m no one special.”

His hand pauses on his dick before he resumes stroking it in long pulls. “That’s where you’re wrong, Marshall.” Stepping closer, he knocks my hand from my dick and lines his length up with mine. Sliding and rubbing, he wets his lips. “You’re worth everything.”

The next glide of his cock has me seeing stars. I reach out to touch him, but he grabs my wrists in one of his hands and guides them behind me. Then he thrusts against me until I tremble, fighting against his grip on me.

I stare at the blood splatter on his creepy mask—the horror and depravity. This is sick, sick, sick. He wore that mask when he killed someone because of his fixation with me, yet here I am with my weeping dick and choppy breaths. He fucks me up with his thrusting hips and rippling muscles?—

The door handle rattles, and I freeze.

“Cruz, are you awake?”

No…

My blood runs cold when the handle rattles again. Cruz spins me around and clamps his hand over my mouth. Sliding his fingers beneath his mask, he spits.

His damp touch against my ass crack makes me tense up, but I breathe deeply through my nose and force my body to relax as he primes my ass.

“Saliva will have to do this time,” he says, his fingers digging into my cheeks. “This will hurt.”

“Cruz?” I ask, and the door rattles again. I squeeze my eyes shut, aroused, scared, and riddled with guilt for letting a cold-blooded killer with a twisted obsession have his way with me. But fuck me, the guilt hurts so damn good.

He feels so good.

“Fuck,” he breathes, filling me up with his dick while his fingers twitch on my mouth and bruise my hip.

I breathe through the burning pain as my cock throbs.

I’ve never felt a desire like this before. Never felt so needy, ruined, and horny. I want him to take and take and take.

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