Page 88 of My Turn

“I need more.”

“What are you asking for?”

I dropped my gaze, furrowing my brow as I tried to figure that exact thing out. Lust made my mind hazy and all I could think about was that need. But what did I want?

“You,” I replied simply. It was the only thing that sounded right.

He stood there for a few moments, just looking down at me. I didn’t know if he’d been breathing that heavily before or not. Suddenly, he grabbed my throat and pulled me to my feet. Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist, but I didn’t have to fight him because he released me, only to pick me up and carry me to the bed.

He sat down and settled me in his lap. I maneuvered the rest of the way out of my jeans, then moved my hips so that I could grind on his shaft. The slickness made me slide against him smoothly and we both groaned.

“Don’t forget this moment,” he said breathily. “You begged for my cock, Alana. There’s no going back as soon as you sit on it.”

I stared at the glowing X’s. My legs trembled with the effort to hold myself up when all I wanted to do was take him as deep as he could go. But now I was scared.

He ran a hand through my hair. “What’s going on up here?”

“I want to see you,” I whispered, reaching out to run my fingers over the mask. “Without all this.”

“Why?”

“You’re making these declarations, expecting me to go along with them when I don’t even know who you are.”

He cupped the sides of my neck with both hands. “It’s not important right now.”

“It is because as stupid as it is, I don’t think that I hate you. I might fucking like you, which is completely insane. I know that, but my body doesn’t seem to care. And if you have a horrifyingface under all of that, maybe I’ll come to my senses and hate you again.”

The laugh that left him made my stomach somersault. It felt real, more real than I let myself believe Erebus was most of the time. He was fake, the shadow that crept along the outskirts of my actual life. Something about the way he laughed just now made me lean closer. I might have slipped a little further off the edge of my sanity.

Regardless of all the fucked up things he’d done to me, he’d protected me from Mike. He seemed to have my best interests at heart, even though his methods were monstrous at times. Who was he and what was his end goal?

“So,” he said, still sounding amused. “If I’m ugly, you’ll hate me, but if I’m hot, you won’t.”

“I don’t know. I’m grasping at straws here.”

“Stop grasping and ride my cock.”

“But…”

He gripped my hips and guided me down. My lips parted when his head slipped inside of me. It stung while also making me want more.

Flattening my palms against his chest, I eased myself further onto him. I stared down at his dick as it disappeared inside of me. Once I’d taken him to the base, he sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist. I hated that he was wearing the mask and hood, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good to say it again, so I just buried my face in his shoulder and lifted off of him. When I sunk down again, he tightened his grip on me.

“Nobody has ever felt the way you do,” he said.

The softness of his voice made me feel the same way as his laugh had. I pushed past it, trying to focus on what was in front of me.

“Let me see your face.”

I shook my head. “Let me see yours.”

He groaned when I began to move faster. “And what would happen then?”

There was no right answer to that, so I didn’t say anything. He met my descent with an upward thrust, forcing a cry from my lips. He did it again, reaching so deep that I felt like I’d break. His fingers dug into my hips before he flipped me onto my back. I wanted to protest, but he fucked me so hard and fast that I couldn’t form words if I tried.

“Erebus.”

He didn’t acknowledge me. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he pulled me closer so that my ass was nestled against his thighs and my ankles were over his shoulders. Every thrust made me dig my nails deeper into his legs as I held on for dear life.

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