Page 83 of Quake

“Little red,” he chides, his voice filled with a mocking quality that both infuriates me and turns me on in equal measure. I blink rapidly, my eyes adjusting to the dark room, and when I see him looming over me, it clicks.

Ghostface.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this… Watching your every move, taking in the gorgeous curve of your ass, and imagining how those lovely bowed lips of yours would look curled around my cock as you choke on it within an inch of your life.” He chuckles darkly, further encroaching on my space.

Through the mesh and plastic of the mask, his voice is even deeper, reaching a bravado so uncharacteristic of him. The sound rushes straight to my core, where I clench involuntarily.1

He crowds my space, his hands settling on either side of my hips as he brings his face to my ear. “Is this okay?” he asks me, his voice barely above a whisper as he reminds me exactly who’s underneath that mask.

I nod instinctually, fully aware that I’m safe with him—with Gianni.

He hums beside me, unmoving as he waits for my answer, and I realize he can’t see me or my nod of approval. “Yes,” I croak out past my trepidation.

“Such a good girl,” he tells me. “I bet you’re absolutely soaked for me,ma petite rouge.”

Who is this man kidding? I’malwayssoaked for him. And no mask is about to change that.Especiallysince this is exactly what I’d asked for.

He stands, pulling away from me abruptly, and the loss of his body heat sends a tendril of ice racing down my spine.

“Get on your knees and prove just how excited you are toscreamfor me tonight,” he tells me, his voice so deep it reverberates through the room around me.

I slide off the edge of the bed and to my knees, obeying as he steps out of his briefs, completely bare for me. Except for the mask, of course.

He grips my roots roughly, and I open my mouth on a gasp. He uses the opportunity to plunge deep inside my throat, my eyes watering as I gasp and gag around him. My hands shoot out, clinging to his muscular thighs, the hair rough beneath my fingertips.

“That’s right,” he taunts. “Fucking choke on it.”

He fucks my throat, my head bobbing up and down his thick length as he relentlessly uses me for his pleasure. I’m dripping wet as my lips repeatedly meet his hips, and he abruptly pulls me from his shaft.

I collapse, my hands sliding to the ground to hold myself up as I heave, sucking air into my lungs.

He flicks the bathroom light on and illuminates the bedroom through the bottom of the door. It’s just enough to make him out in all his glory.

“Get up,” he grunts as he slowly strokes himself. When my brain takes too long to catch up to his demands, his head tilts slowly, almost menacingly, as he assesses me. He grips my face tightly, squeezing my cheeks together as he stares down at me. “I said—” He tugs on my face, not hard enough to hurt me, but enough to will my body to follow his earlier command. “Get.Up.”

My cheeks burn as his hand remains clamped down on them, but my thighs are so slick I wouldn’t dare lie and say I’m not thoroughly enjoying myself.

“Remember your safe word, little red,” he tells me, angling himself over me, crowding me, and suddenly, all of the air has officially left my lungs.

He whispers his next words, and my limbs feel weak, unable to hold me up much longer as my core tightens. “Because tonight,I’m coming for your screams.” When he drops his hand, he drags his masked face over the bridge of my nose.

“Nowrun.”

My eyes widen, and a moment passes before my brain reconnects with my legs, and I take off. I yank the door open, knowing full well if he wanted to catch me immediately, he already would have. I run across the living room, my head whipping from left to right as I try to decide where the fuck to run to in this godforsaken tiny-ass apartment.

The dogs are lying in their bed, and embarrassment at being caught like this by our fuckingdogsrushes through me, but Rex practically rolls his damn eyes and tucks his face back into Tiny’s side.

Suddenly, the lights go out around me, and I realize I’m stuck. “Fuck,” I whisper.

I rush to the bay window, and I’m so damn glad I put up both blindsandcurtains. I crawl up onto the ledge, perching myself there and hoping like hell he didn’t see me.

I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to hide in the first place. Hell, Iwantto be found.

I’d love nothing more than to find out exactly what my punishment is.

I hear him tsking as he strolls through the room. “I can hear you breathing, little red. You aren’t very good at this game we’re playing now, are you?”

Sucking in a deep breath of air, I hold it, letting it out slowly as I consider my next move, but his words float through the room again, a deep, gravelly sound that makes me crawl out of my skin in the most delicious way.

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