Page 42 of Carnival Obsession

Grabbing my purse and jacket, I head out the door without a second thought. The cool night air hits my flushed skin as I hurry down the darkened street toward the distant neon lights of the carnival, my steps quickening with every stride.

The now familiar scents of funnel cake and hot dogs hit me as I approach the carnival grounds, the colorful tents and rides like a lurid siren’s call. I slow as I try to figure out where Lars could be waiting. A few clusters of people wander the midway, but it’s quieter than usual.

My phone buzzes in my purse, and I pull it out with trembling hands, breath catching when I see it’s another message from Lars.

By the haunted house, princess. Don’t keep me waiting too long.

Pulse thrumming, I turn and spot the haunted house, the shadows around it seeming to shift and taunt me. Taking a steadying breath, I clutch my purse tightly and make my way over, my entire body tingling with a heady mix of fear and arousal.

As I get closer, a tall, hulking figure emerges from the shadows wearing a mask. My knees nearly buckle at the sight of Lars’s muscular frame, the colorful lights playing over his bare, tattooed torso. His eyes glitter dangerously through the mask’s eye holes as they rake over me in a possessive caress.

“There you are,” he rumbles in that rich, dark tone that sends shivers down my spine. “Knew you’d come for me like a good little girl.”

I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure as Lars’s imposing figure towers over me, his muscular frame accentuated by the haunting shadows cast by the haunted house lights.

“What’s with the mask?” I ask, while I drink in the sight of his tattooed skin and chiseled abs.

He chuckles. “They had me working the haunted house today. This is the getup I had to wear.”

His eyes glitter mischievously through the eyeholes as he slowly turns, letting me take in every inch of his body clad in the tight black pants. “Do you like it, Princess?”

I can’t deny the truth—seeing him like this, all power and danger radiating from his hulking frame, makes me insanely wet. The dark promise in his stance, the way the colored lights play over those rippling muscles and vivid ink, and that mask… it’s like he emerged from my deepest, most taboo fantasies.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I shamelessly drink in every delicious inch of him. “God, yes,” I breathe. “You look incredible.”

A pleased rumble sounds deep in his chest as he notices my roving stare. “That’s right, princess. Can’t get enough of me looking like this, can you?” He flexes his biceps, the bulging muscles making my mouth water.

I shake my head dumbly because I’ve never been so instantly, shamelessly turned on.

My pulse spikes as Lars starts toward me, his chest and arms muscles shifting mesmerizingly with each predatory step. The damn mask only adds to his allure, transforming him into something out of a fantasy—dangerous, primal, and utterly alluring.

As he approaches, my breath quickens, my chest rising and falling faster against the fabric of my blouse, the cool night air suddenly forgotten. The atmosphere crackles with electricity as he comes to a stop just a hair’s breadth away, his imposing frame blocking out the garish lights of the funhouse behind him.

“You wanna go in there with me, princess?” His deep voice is hoarse. “Last entrance of the night. It’s just about to close down.”

Oh God. Just the thought of being alone with him in the eerie confines of the haunted house makes my pussy squeeze with anticipation. I feel myself getting wetter.

“I’d love to,” I breathe, my gaze dropping briefly to his lips before returning to his eyes.

“Go on then.” He takes a small step back, gesturing to the entrance. “Go in. I’ll find you.”

My heart pounds as I step forward, his eyes on me making my skin tingle. I slip past him, feeling his hungry gaze on my back, and step into the dim, twisting corridors. The air inside is thick with shadows, and creepy music plays in the background.

My breath comes in short bursts as I venture further into the maze of distorted mirrors and creepy props, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Lars. I jump at creaking floorboards, my heart hammering as I worry he might suddenly appear from the shadows, but the corridors remain empty.

My heart leaps into my throat as a hideous mechanical figure suddenly lurches out at me from the shadows, its gaping maw letting out a grating screech. A scream is torn from my lungs before I can stifle it.

Before I can catch my breath, a powerful arm wraps around me from behind, a large hand clamping over my mouth to muffle any further cries. My body goes rigid with shock as I’m yanked backward against a solid, unyielding chest.

He pulls me closer, his free arm wrapping around my waist possessively as he buries his masked face in the crook of my neck.

His deep voice rumbles in my ear, vibrating through my body. “Thought you could get away from me, princess?” He demands. “You know you can’t escape. You’re mine.”

Lars senses my willingness, and his grip tightens as he explores my neck with his teeth and tongue, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His big hands roam my body, gripping me firmly, staking his claim.

My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as he nibbles and licks his way up my neck to my earlobe, sucking it lightly into his mouth. “God, you’re so fucking responsive,” he whispers, clearly pleased by how easily he can push my buttons. And then he slides his fingers into my panties. “Always so damn wet for me.”

He grinds his pelvis against me, and I feel his cock. Desire floods me, shame and arousal mixing as I will my legs to press closer, needing to feel him against me, needing more of his touch.

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