Page 31 of Malicious Intentions

He shoves his fingers inside me so hard and fast that I gasp, wincing from the pain.

“God isn’t giving this beautiful cunt pleasure, little liar. It’sme.” He leans over me, wrapping his fist around my hair and yanking my head back.

“I wanna hear you say it, Lexi. Ghostface is the one with his fingers inside that tight pussy.”

I stubbornly refuse, pursing my lips to keep any sound from escaping.

His hand slides to my throat, squeezing in a warning. His fingers move faster, in and out, while his thumb circles my clit. “Tell me,” he snaps, his voice harsh and gravelly, like he’s gritting his teeth in frustration.

“Fuck.” Pain mixes with pleasure as he plays my body like his personal piano, hitting every note perfectly.

He squeezes tighter, cutting off my air. “No, my name isn’t fuck, Lexi.”

I gasp, struggling for air that he’s not allowing. My hand lifts, clawing at his, but he won’t loosen his hold.

“Tell me.” He finally eases his grip, allowing me to breathe. I suck in giant gulps of oxygen, realizing I’m so damn wet my inner thighs are soaked from my juices.

He rubs my clit faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Fuck yes, Ghostface,” my breathy voice rushes the words out before a long, loud moan escapes me, echoing from the trees. “I love your fingers in me, Ghostface. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His evil laugh sends goosebumps racing down my spine. “My little liar likes pain with her pleasure.” He tightens his grip around my throat, fingering me hard and fast while his thumb circles my clit in a way that turns me into a wanton slut.

“Fuuuccck,” I rasp, my voice strained from his hold.

He chuckles again. “Mmm. Those legs are shaking. Your pussy is gripping me, your cream soaking my fingers.” He rubs the mask against my ear. “You wanna come, don’t you, Lexi?”

“Y-Yes.”

Right as I’m about to, his fingers slide out of me, his thumb moving away from my clit. He releases my neck, his large body no longer hovering over mine.

“What the…” My voice is breathy even as frustration fills me.

He slaps my ass, then gets to his feet. I watch him over my shoulder, confused and pissed that he’s leaving me hanging.

“You’re being punished for lying to me.” He takes another step back and then another. His hard cock tents his sweatpants, and God, I want him to shove it down my throat, choking on it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He grabs the bulge in his pants, shaking it at me. “You want this? You’re gonna have to work for it.”

I push back to my knees, looking over my shoulder at him. “What do I have to do?” I despise how needy my voice sounds, the tremble giving me away.

“Run,” he says, pointing to the trail behind us. “Try to escape me.”

“And if I don’t?” I can’t believe I’m asking him that. “What if I refuse to run?”

“If you don’t run, I refuse to fuck you. But if you run and I catch you…” He squeezes his hard dick, making my mouth water. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll scream my name as you soak my big dick over and over.”

Jesus Christ.I’m panting, feral at the thought of coming all over his huge cock.

“Better get up and get moving.” He cocks his head, a challenge burning in his eyes behind the mask. “Unless you don’t want me to fuck you.”

CHAPTER 20

Alexis

Imanage to get to my feet despite the shakiness in my legs, which is made worse by the running tights around my ankles. I rub my hands together, trying to get some of the dirt off before bending over and yanking my pants up.

When I look up, he’s gone.

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