Page 31 of The Masks She Wore

?“And now you’re here?” she breathed out, trying to keep her distance. “Did Max hire you?” she asked, rage lighting up her eyes. “He hired you to follow me around this park and scare me? Jokes on you,” she stated coldly, “I don’t scare easily.”

?That man, whoever he was, was not smart enough to hire someone like me.

?And she was scared, she was just too proud to admit it out loud.

?Her back hit the back wall, her feet slipping in the puddles of blood.

?I slid the chains to the side, closing the distance between us.

?Rae inhaled sharply and swung the bat with all her might.

?I caught the end of it with ease, feeling those nails slide straight into my hand, straight through it.

?It took everything I had not to snarl, but I was pissed. How dare she swing at me? How dare she attackme. The fucking bitch had balls, I’d give her that, but she shouldn’t have done that.

?Her eyes widened, her hands instinctively letting go of the bat.

?I tore it out of my hand and tossed it to the side. Fuck, that was going to scar.

?“I’ll scream,” she warned.

?I flexed my hands, the anger boiling under my skin. It was a Halloween Carnival, everyone screamed. Hers wouldn’t be heard above the rest, even if the park was emptying.

?“I-I’ll call the cops,” she threatened.

?She left her phone in the car, I already checked.

?Those seductress eyes widened as she pressed her hands into the wall. “What do you want?” she asked breathlessly.

?I looked down, her thighs clenched together, her chest heaving, and her pupils blown.Oh, my little siren-eyed, Princess. You can’t hide what your body craves.

?I lifted my blood covered hand and carefully ran my knuckles down her throat, watching the blood smear. I could feel her racing pulse.

?Her eyes grew heavy as she released a breath, adjusting herself, trying to ease the pain between her thighs.

?Fuck me.

?I wrapped my hand around her throat, shoved her hard into the wall, and squeezed.

?Her hands wrapped around my wrist, panic filling those sparkling eyes as she gasped for air that wouldn’t come, her pulse beating erratically under my fingers.

?She had gotten in my head. She had gotten under my skin. She tainted my dreams, my fantasies. She ruined sex for me ever since that first week. She’s destroyed me.

?And I wanted to do the same to her.

?I wanted to haunt her like she haunted me. She was so obsessed with the paranormal, I wanted to replace that. I wanted her to need me so terribly, she couldn’t help but text me, call me, beggingfor my cock. I wanted to be the shadows she saw in the depths of the night, I wanted her so wet, she drowned in her own fucking cum.

?I stepped forward, towering above her, watching as her lips turned blue, as her hands slid from my wrist. “Blue is your color, Princess,” I mumbled and released her neck just enough for her to breathe.

?She inhaled sharply, coughing, her face red. A shiver fell across her, a whimper escaping her lips as her tear-filled eyes found mine. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

?“The Hunter.”

?She swallowed against my hand, her body sagging against the wall, her eyes searching mine as if there was a war going on in her mind.

?I didn’t have the time for wars.

?I grabbed her arm and spun her around, wrapping my other around the back of her neck and pushing her against the wall. With my other hand, I unbuckled my belt and jerked it out, wrapping it around her upper arms, pulling a whimper from her lips as I tightened it down, forcing her chest taut.

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