Page 78 of The Masks She Wore

?I walked into her bathroom and over to her vanity setup. Even for a suite, this was luxurious. Her bathroom was large enough to be another bedroom.

?I opened up her ‘lip drawer’, searching over her expensive taste in makeup before settling on a lipstick that was a darker shade, one I thought looked good against her skin.

?I walked back into the room, finding her sagged into her bed.

?I needed to get her worked up again, to the very edge. That’s what I liked. I wanted her sobbing in absolute frustration because of where I had her.

?I unbuckled my pants and kicked off my shoes before taking the cap off the lipstick.

?“What is that?”

?I ignored her as I crawled onto the bed and twisted it up, giving me enough to draw with.

?Leaning over her stomach, I wrote a word across it, watching her muscles tense, goosebumps breaking out across her skin.

?“Mine.”

?I capped it and leaned back on my heels, sliding my fingers back into her without warning.

?She groaned, arching back into the bed, trying to bounce her ass in order to get me deeper.

?I watched in awe as I worked her slowly, her tits bouncing, her muscles clenching, her hair pooled around her in beautiful blonde waves.

?Somebody wanted her dead. Somebody had put a hit on her head and when I didn’t fulfill it, they started sending people after her. And tomorrow, we would discuss, in depth, about why her mother might have hidden this world from her so thoroughly, but tonight? Tonight, I was going to give her the high she so desperately wanted.

?Tonight, she would learn that she didn’t get to ignore me. She didn’t get to go out and do drugs without telling me. She had freedom in this world, but not from me.

?Her pussy clenched around my fingers, her body stiffening, and I pulled them out.

?Rae sagged into the bed, panting. She snarled, jerking at the ropes, her amber eyes finding mine. “You’re a fucking pussy, Jack.”

?I grabbed her jaw painfully and leaned in, letting her see the rage in my eyes. “You don’t get to ignore me. For any reason, especially for something as petty as you pissing your own bed. You don’t get to do stupid things. You don’t get that kind of freedom anymore, Princess.”

?She swallowed, glaring at me, but I could see beyond the hatred. I could see the need in her eyes, the apology she would never speak. She cared so much about how the world saw her, how she presented herself to them, she didn’t yet realize that I was going fuck her in every state. The moment I claimed her, that was it. I get everything now. All of it. Nothing would change that, certainly not how she looked.

?“I get everything,” I told her out loud. “Everything.”

?Tears slid down her cheeks as her eyes searched mine, the vulnerability showing. She swallowed again and nodded, her muscles relaxing ever so slightly. “Everything,” she repeated back to me as if forcing herself to resign to the idea.

?I watched her for a few seconds longer before releasing her jaw and crawling off the bed. I grabbed another rope from the duffle, this one longer than the others.

?Threading it around the rope that tied her legs to her hips, I tied one end to the bottom of one bedpost, and did the same to the other, forcing her body to stretch out and sink into the bed.

?Rae whimpered again, pulling against the rope. “I can’t move,” she discovered. Her movements became more erratic as she fought against the restraints. “Jack,” she said in a panic. “Jack!”

?I crawled back onto the bed and slid my hands down the inside of her thighs, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body tried to push into the touch. “Oh, fuck,” she whined.

?I pulled my cock out, teasing her cunt, her body jerking every time my piercing clinked against hers. I had to be careful with that, make sure they didn’t get caught, butfuck, it felt so fucking good, the two little metal pieces hitting each other, my cock jerking in time with her body. We were in sync, her and I. Nothing would ever change that. Not in this world, not in the next.

?When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I slowly slid into her, shuddering when her cunt sucked me in as if she couldn’t stand being apart from me a moment longer.

?The further I shoved in, the more sounds escaped her lips, and fuck if I wasn’t addicted to those sounds alone. The way she whimpered, the way she whined. Everything about her was fucking gorgeous.

?They wanted her dead? Over my dead body.

?I shoved into her, hard and fast, earning a cry.

?She tried to press her thighs together, tried to push into me, but was met with restraint, once again, a growl of frustration leaving her lips. “Jack,” she growled.

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