Page 84 of Red Dreams

“No,” I breathe, aching for his touch. “I want the Scythe to fuck me.”

Kaden laughs darkly beneath the mask. His hands skim down my sides, his fingers digging into my flesh. With a sharp tug, he hoists me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. I comply eagerly, locking my ankles at the small of his back.

He thrusts his hips, grinding the thick ridge of his erection against my slick folds. I moan, biting my lip.

“You're mine,” he warns. “You'll always be mine. No matter what mask I wear.”

“Yours,” I gasp as he positions himself at my entrance. “Only yours.”

But he holds me there, suspended in anticipation. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me. Take what belongs to you.”

A deep, rumbling growl emanates from beneath the mask. “You want the Scythe to take you hard and rough against this window? Where anyone could see what a wanton little thing you are for me?”

“Yes,” I practically wail. “Take me. Use me. I’m yours.”

With a feral grunt, he slams into me, burying himself. I cry out, my walls clenching around his thick length.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarls, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. “To be fucked raw by a monster in a mask?”

“You'remymonster,” I gasp out between moans. “You're mine. My protector, my lover, my?—”

He sets a punishing pace, slamming into me over and over, the force of his thrusts rattling the window at my back.

“Look at you,” he snarls. “So desperate for a madman.”

“Yes,” I keen, the degradation only heightening my arousal. “Keep using me. Ruin me for anyone else.”

Kaden drives into me relentlessly, his masked face a terrifying, thrilling sight above me as I'm pinned and ravaged against the window.

“You're a twisted little thing, aren't you? Getting off on being taken by a masked killer.”

“Only for you,” I husk out. “I want you in any form. Monster or man.”

His pace turns savage, each ruthless thrust shoving me up the glass. The cold press of it against my heated skin makes me shiver and clench around him.

“Fuck, just like that,” he grunts. “Take it all, greedy girl.”

I'm lost to the brutal rhythm, my world narrowed to the ferocious pleasure ripping through me with every thrust. Kaden shifts, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me. I cry out, my legs tightening around him.

One hand moves to my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make my head swim with euphoric lightheadedness. His other hand snakes between our sweat-slicked bodies to find my clit. He rubs the sensitive nub in harsh, merciless circles that have me seeing heaven.

“Kaden,” I say, my inner muscles fluttering around his length. “I’m going to?—”

“Not yet.” He fists my hair, pulling my head back. “You come when I allow it.”

He rewards me with a particularly deep thrust, grinding against my clit. My body bows into his. I writhe against him, chasing my release. The rough scars and old burns on his chest rub deliciously against my sensitive nipples, the dual sensations pushing me closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a dark rasp. “Milk my cock like the good girl you are.”

His words send me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in shuddering waves as my pussy spasms almost violently around him. With a final snap of his hips, he spills himself deep inside me, marking me from the inside out as his.

We stay joined for a long moment, both struggling to catch our breath.

Kaden reaches up and removes the mask, tossing it carelessly to the side. He cups my face in his large hands, his touch almost unbearably tender after the brutal fucking.

“I love you, Layla,” he says solemnly. “You're my whole fucking world. Never forget that.”

---