Page 7 of The Vixen's Vice

Just before his form disappears into the shadows, someone steps out of the trees, bringing a fist straight into Landon’s face. The force of the hit combined with the speed he was running sends Landon flying backward in the air a few feet before he slams to the ground, unconscious.

A gloved hand reaches down, fisting Landon’s golden hair and using it to drag Landon’s body back to me. He tosses his body next to me on the trail, and I fight a scream at the sight of the blood gushing from his temple.

“Your fiancé is a fucking pussy.”

I raise my gaze, my stomach clenching as my eyes find that horrifying red mask. Only, it’s not terror that has my blood heating. It’s desire.

Zay reaches forward, capturing my chin in his hand and leaning in close. He holds his wrist up, seemingly checking the time on his watch before a dark laugh fills the space.

“It’s 12:01, little rose.”

Before I have a chance to respond, there’s a sharp prick in the side of my neck, and everything goes dark.

CHAPTER FIVE

When I wakeup an indiscernible amount of time later, I’m blindfolded, my wrists and ankles spread in a starfish and bound to something hard. There’s a damp smell clinging to the air, and by the faint hint of cypress, I have to assume we’re somewhere in the Moriton forest. Probably underground.

The last thought sends a shiver of fear down my spine, and my breathing picks up speed as I imagine the walls closing in, tons of dirt pouring into the space and burying me alive.

I’m hyperventilating now, and it only gets worse when a low grumble sounds out from the opposite end of the space—a groan that is unmistakably Landon’s. The restraints dig into my skin as I fight against them, a new wave of desperation cresting in my veins, knowing he’s trapped in here with me.

This is my fault. All my fault.

“I’m so sorry, Landon,” I whisper, falling limp as the footsteps grow nearer. “I’m going to get us out of here, I promise.”

A door creaks open behind me, and though I have a blindfold on, I can’t help but to jerk my head in the direction of the noise. His footfalls are like gunshots against the concrete floor, eachone sending a fresh wave of terror straight to my core as they draw nearer to me.

“You look so beautiful strung up like that, my rose.” Zay’s gloved hand splays across my neck, squeezing ever so slightly before pulling back.

Suddenly, my blindfold is ripped from my head. I only have a second to rejoice before wishing the cloth was back in place as I get a good look at Landon chained in the corner of the room.

The only light in the room is a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, the scant illumination just bright enough for me to make out the silver cock cage wrapped around Landon’s pelvis. His hands are unbound, but they will do no good to unhook the thick metal collar bolted to the wall with a chain.

He reaches for the ball gag in his mouth with a helpless expression, but that too is lodged too deep in his mouth to remove without assistance.

Zay’s hand slides to my chest, cupping my breast gently and toying with my nipple, a sick little chuckle breaking the air as Landon fights against his restraints.

“You should have appreciated her when you had the chance. Now look at you,” Zay mocks, pinching my nipple hard and drawing a pained moan from my mouth. Though I should hate it, I can’t stop the warmth that builds in my core, nor the arousal that slides down my thighs with a gentle plop to the floor below.

“That’s my dirty girl,” Zay whispers, trailing his other hand to my sex and sliding his fingers through my folds, coating them in the slick arousal. “So wet and ready for what’s about to come.”

There’s a sharp hissing noise as he undoes his zipper, and then something round and hard is pressing at my entrance from the back. My eyes fly open as something else—something foreign pokes at my front walls. It’s thin and slick, slightly cool like metal, and when he drags it across my swollen clit, my head tilts back with a moan.

“Oh God, what is that?” I breathe, my eyes closing of their own accord as he continues teasing me with the hard little ring.

Zay chuckles low in his throat, refusing to answer me as hips jerks, positioning the head at my entrance once more. I gasp as he pushes the head inside, that cool little ring pressing just so against my walls and driving me mad with desire.

“Zay… oh, Zay,” I moan, forgetting everything else as my body is lost to the pleasure only he can give me. “Please,” I whisper, my body shuddering violently as he rolls his hips, prolonging my torture.

Landon lets out a low whine from the corner, and my lids snap open. I lock eyes with my fiancé as Zay pushes fully inside me, the sensation of being filled so fully drawing an inhumane cry from my open mouth.

Zay fucks me like a man possessed, his cock piercing rubbing heavenly against my walls and drawing me closer to oblivion. My head falls back as pleasure crests in my veins, but Zay snaps his hand up, forcing my chin down so I’m looking at Landon again.

“I want him to see those pretty eyes when I make you cum,” Zay growls, reaching with his other hand and pinching my clit. The mix of pain and pleasure, the depravity of the situation, the way Zay’s gloved fingers feel against my sex… it pushes me over the edge.

My mouth falls open as I explode, my orgasm tearing through me with such violence, it causes my body to shudder. I sag against my restraints as Zay prolongs my pleasure, rolling his hips while his fingers continue to stroke me languidly.

“That’s my dirty girl,” he whispers, his abdomen impossibly tight against my back as he pulls me flush against him. “You look so pretty when you come. Did you know that, rose?”

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