Page 72 of Carnival Master

I lean into his touch, but I can’t shake the knot of worry in my gut. My father’s resources are vast, and his determination to separate us is absolute.

“It’s fine, baby girl. We’ve got everything under control.” Tyson wraps me in a strong embrace, and I lean into him, soaking in his reassurance. “My guys are on it. We’ll be ready for whatever your father throws our way.”

I nod, but it’s hard to shake the fear that grips me. “We should be double-checking. Making sure we didn’t miss anything.”

His thumbs stroke soothing patterns on my lower back. “We’re certain we got it all. There’s no need to worry.”

Sensing my lingering tension, he takes my hand and leads me toward his trailer. Inside the trailer, Ty shuts the door behind us. Before I can say another word, hepulls me roughly against him, his lips crushing mine in a fierce kiss.

Without breaking our lip-lock, he maneuvers us toward the bed. His hands move roughly over my body, tearing at my silk blouse.

I whimper into his mouth as his teeth nip at my lower lip. Part of me wants to ask him to slow down, but another part hungers for the release only he can give me. The fear and tension of the day melt away under the heat of his touch.

Tyson pushes me onto the bed, his hands already working to free himself from his pants. “Time to take out some of this frustration on that perfect body of yours.”

I sit up, tugging at his shirt. “Wait—I want you to wear the mask again.” My cheeks get hot, and I lower my eyes. “Please?”

He freezes momentarily, and then a slow smile spreads across his face. “Hell, yes.”

In a fluid movement, he shrugs off his shirt and reaches for the mask, settling it over his face. It transforms him into a figure of pure domination.

“Does it turn you on?” His voice is deep and gravelly. “Imagining I’m a stranger, taking what I want from that gorgeous body?”

My breath quickens as a rush of desire hits me. “Yes. Pretend to be an intruder. Force yourself on me, take me against my will.”

“Is that what you want?” His deep voice sends shivers down my spine.

I nod, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

He tilts his head, considering me for a moment. “Say it.”

“I want you to force yourself on me.” My cheeks grow even warmer, but I hold his intense gaze.

A growl rumbles in his throat, and he steps forward, crowding me on the bed. “Say it again.”

“I want you to force yourself on me,” I repeat.

He wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips are mere inches apart. “You’ll have to fight me then, baby girl.”

“I will.” My breath comes in short gasps as his lips brush mine, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Good.” His whisper is laced with desire. “But remember, this is make-believe.”

“Yes.”

“Safe word?”

“Purple,” I recall from before.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Not that you’ll need it.”

Before I can respond, he releases me and steps away. I watch as he opens the trailer door and slips out, leaving it ajar.

I sit up, my heart pounding.

What am I doing?

This is crazy. A thrill runs through me at the thought of what will happen.

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