Page 30 of The Masks She Wore

It was just past midnight and I had been watching her since the moment she got out of that car.

?All night, I fought the urge to gouge out the eyes of anyone who glanced at her perfect little round ass. Break their phones, shatter their skulls.

?I say ‘fought the urge’ but I left that actor who touched her hair in pieces in a tent across the park. By the time they realized he wasn’t a mannequin, I’d be long gone. The cameras were already wiped too. I couldn’t risk getting caught when I was so close to gettingwhat I wanted.

?It was indescribable how fully she had taken over my mind. As if my actions weren’t my own.

?But they were.

?Each and every single one was carefully thought out and intricately done. From the prick in her neck to the way I had used that same blade to cut the hands off of that actor.

?And now I wanted her. I wanted her and I would have her.

?I watched her inspect that chain. Fuck, she looked sofuckinggood. My cock had been throbbing all night, begging to be buried deep inside that beautiful cunt of hers. The heels only made her ass look that much better in that underwear that passed as shorts, the fishnets hugging her skin, ripped in some places, and that fake blood?

?Fuck. She looked so pretty covered in blood.

?The way she walked around this place, owning it, that bat slung over her shoulder, the way she rode that horse. All I could do was think about those lips whimpering for me. Those eyes crying tears just for me.

?No target had ever gotten in my head like her. The mysterious Rae Bennett, owning the world in her own way.

?She stepped back from the chains, her shoulders relaxing as her thighs flexed.

?I felt a smile touch my lips as I studied those beautiful thighs, that strip of exposed skin between her belt and her shirt, the waythat shirt stretched tightly over her hardened nipples.

?I had to kill her, I knew that. I had to follow the rules, I had no choice in it.

?But not tonight. Tonight, I could have my fun.

?I stepped out of the shadows, settling in the middle of the entryway of the hall just as she turned to it and screamed.

?It lasted less than a second before it bubbled into nervous laughter, her hand clutching her chest. “Holy shit,” she breathed out. “You scared me.”

?I tilted my head to one side, watching her carefully. Would she recognize me? I wasn’t sure if she remembered the night from the club, but I was sure she had been aware that day outside of the precinct. She had almost recognized me when she had first gotten here, I remember the look in her eyes, but now she was exhausted, drained. Maybe her mind was a little slower than it had been hours ago.

?She straightened, her hair falling back over her shoulders. Even in those high pigtails, they fell to her shoulder blades. One side with blue-dyed tips, the other with pink.

?Her makeup had streaks in it from the sweat she had accumulated being in a constant state of fear. She loved it. She loved the adrenaline as much as I did.

?I wanted to push that adrenaline so high that her body shook with it. I wanted to sear tonight into her mindforever, so I needed to push her.

?She rose a brow, glancing behind me and back. I could see the fear in her eyes, despite the way she came across. “Are you going to let me through or is this some kind of interactive scare? Actors picking vulnerable girls to stalk in the park? You picked the wrong girl,” she told me, her grip tightening around her bat.

?I straightened my head and remained silent. I could see the nervousness grow as she shifted from one foot to the other, wincing at the pain that sticky fake blood was causing her. She certainly seemed exhausted. Less of a fight for me, which wasn’t as much fun, but it would be enough this time.

?I couldn’t help but chuckle at her confidence. What did she think some bat with nails would do to me? I had been shot, attacked by dogs, cut up by knives, tied to chairs, hung from ceilings,tortured. A wooden bat meant nothing to me even if it was laced with nails.

?She searched my eyes for a moment, her brows furrowing.

?There you are, Princess.

?“Wait,” she said, taking a slow step back. “I…Idoknow you. I recognize your eyes.”

?I stepped into the room, watching as her amber eyes lit up with fear. She remembered me. A shiver of pride fell down my spine.

?She took another step back, hitting the chains, their rattles filling the air. “You were outside the police station.”

?I slowly made my way towards her, my cock throbbing for her.

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