Page 74 of Carnival Master

A cruel light flashes in his eyes through the mask’s holes. “Won’t you?”

His hips move, slow and deep, each thrust taking him even further inside me. I want to keep up my resistance, but my body responds to his invasion with hunger.

“You’re a feisty one.” He quickens his pace, his cock plunging ruthlessly into my core. “Let’s see how long you can hold out without shattering on my cock like a dirty slut.”

My moans fill the trailer, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies. My fingers dig into the bedsheets. “No—please...”

“Please, what?” His thrusts are relentless, driving me to the brink of release.

“Please, don’t stop.” The words escape my lips before I can stop them.

He grunts, his grasp on my thighs tightening. “That’s what I thought.”

His pace increases, pounding into me with force. The friction of our bodies sends sparks of pleasure throughout my nerve endings. I’m overcome by a tidal wave of sensation, my body becoming a slave to his command.

“Come for me.” His demandsends me over the edge. My body convulses around him, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

His thrusts become erratic as my walls clench around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he spills inside me, his grunt of satisfaction filling the room.

Our bodies remain joined as our breathing slows. He reaches up to remove the mask. And I fucking love him even more. The way he played that was goddamn intoxicating, and I can’t wait to do it again.

He strokes my cheek. “Baby, are you okay?”

I nod, unable to speak.

“You’re sure?” His thumb brushes away a stray tear. “I pushed you, but I would’ve stopped if?—”

I silence him with a kiss, my hands clutching his shoulders. “Don’t ever stop,” I whisper against his lips. “It’s what I wanted.”

He pulls me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate embrace. “You’ve got me, baby girl. Whatever you want, all you have to do is ask.”

And I know without a doubt that despite the danger involved, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, in the arms of my master.

34

TYSON

Ilean over Phoenix’s shoulder, watching lines of code scroll across his multiple screens. “You sure that’ll work? Jimmy’s hackers need to think they’ve struck gold.”

“Already planted the breadcrumbs.” Phoenix’s fingers tap rhythmically on his keyboard. “Made it look like they broke through our first layer of security. When they dig deeper, they’ll find exactly what we want them to see.”

I pace behind him, my boots scuffing against the trailer floor. “And they won’t trace it back to us?”

“Please.” Phoenix shoots me an offended look. “I’ve got Tilly working on reinforcing oursecurity in my trailer. She’s the best at what she does—nobody’s getting near our real data.”

“How’s she holding up? Still nervous about being involved?”

Phoenix’s typing pauses for a moment. “She’s good. Actually enjoying herself, said something about it being like the ultimate video game challenge.”

I nod, relief washing over me. Having Tilly on our side has doubled our digital defense capabilities. “Ensure the shipping manifests look legitimate enough to pass the initial inspection. Jimmy must think this is the motherload he’s been waiting for.”

“Already done. The documentation shows three times our usual volume through the back channels. His hackers will think they’ve hit the jackpot when they ‘discover’ it.”

I grip the back of his chair, watching the screens flicker with activity. “How long until they bite?”

“Given their pattern of attacks?” Phoenix pulls up a timeline. “I’d say they’ll find it within the next few hours. They’re getting desperate, making mistakes. Perfect time to feed them what we want them to see.”

With a creak, the door opens, and Lars walks in, Nash trailing right after him.

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