Page 34 of The Trick

“No. I want you to spank me for being a bad, fresh little stalkee,” I breathe, tilting my head up until my lips press against his mask. A subtle groan emerges from his mouth which reverberates through the material that separates our faces.

I glide my mouth near his ear. Licking my lips, I make sure to have the tip of my tongue graze his lobe, just to tease him. “Let’s be real, you couldn’t bring yourself to kill me even if I asked you to.” I remind him before sinking back onto my heels.

“You’re wrong,” he groans.

“Prove it to me. You finally have me to yourself. Prove to me that we’ve kept each other alive for this long for a reason. Show me you have what it takes to–”

My words are paused by his ringed finger pressing firmly against my lips.

“To make you a real final girl? Is that what you want Blair? For me to fuck you to death?”

I bring my hand to the loops of the intricate harness that rests over his shirt. “I don’t know what fucking horror movies you are watching but a final girl, by definition, doesn’t die.”

“Oh Blair, silly little Blair,” he clicks his tongue.

“Patronize me again and I’ll stab you,” I warn, squeezing the strap of his harness.

“Like you did before? Who cares, I survived it once and I’ll survive it again. Now, if you’re done, I’d like to get what I paid for.”

My brows shoot up. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious.” His voice trails off as his body turns in the direction of the hallway of private rooms, just past the main stage. He drops his hand from my skin and, as sick as it sounds, I instantly feelhollow without his touch. It’s as though his constant lurking around in my life has become a part of me.

I debate saying something snarky, as I usually opt to do, but he surprises me when he begins to lead me to the hallway, weaving his fingertips with mine.

Aw, what a sweet and considerate psychopath.

He leads the way through the crowd, who seem to have forgotten the little show he put on and is back to drinking and causing the usual ruckus found at Satan’s on the daily.

My eyes roam to where Glinda stands near the DJ booth, now done consoling Kevin, the supposed to be winner of the Horseman’s Hollow Duel. She bulges her eyes at me as if she is trying to get a SOS signal from me.

“It’s ok,” I mouth to her, and she stops, watching him whisk me away while she stands there.

Now at the threshold of the hallway, he turns to face me, breaking the hold of his fingers laced through mine and instead tips my chin to look up at him. “If you want to run away, this is your one and only chance.”

“Silly Maddox,” I patronize. “How am I supposed to kill you if I run away from you?”

“You don’t have it in you. Now pick someone,” he rasps.

“Huh? What happened to that whole “you are mine” shit?” I pound on my chest, mocking his antics from before.

His shoulders tense from my impression of him.

“Alright,” I raise my hands in playful defeat. “I will. But in all seriousness, what do you say I give Kevin a second chance? Maybe get a little DVP action going.” I wink, but he isn’t amused…whatsoever.

Shaking his head, he reaches for my hand, squeezing it in his large palm. “Let me rephrase, pick one of thewomenin the crowd.”

“Suit yourself, but if you are trying to punish me, I warn you, I go both ways.”

“Oh, I know, and I believe I overheard someone say that no one knows how to lick a woman like another woman herself,” he retorts.

Fuck, that was me. I said that. Except I most definitely didn’t say that to him, I said that in private to Delilah, on the phone.

Did this fucker tap my phone line…again?

Guess history is bound to repeat itself when it’s steeped in bad blood.

“Yep, so it’s only going to make it that much more pleasurable for me so, thank you,” I wink.

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