Page 43 of The Trick

Just walk Blair.I think to myself.Better yet, run. Get your goddamned knife and run far away from this psychopath.

Of all times to be a defiant brat, this isn’t it. Not when he’s still so close to me, angry and willing to do whatever it takes to make me crack.

The more I try to send signals to my body to move, the more I feel the vibrations of the music sear through me. My foot lifts and like a magnet yanking me back, my head turns in the opposite direction of where I should be heading.

My legs begin to quiver, as my head swivels in the direction of where I can feel his masked gaze appraising every inch of my body. There he is, leaning against the threshold that leads to the private rooms, with his ring finger raised.

The steady beat that feels like it’s drumming at my body, isn’t from the music. It’s from whatever he hid in the center of my harness. My hand roams to my buzzing center, but the added pressure of my palm only intensifies the toy he’s controlling.

As bad as I want relief, I need my knife more.

Forcing myself through the torment that waxes and wanes at my center, I shift as the toy presses against me with each step I take, teasing me more.

Finally at the bar, my hands slap against the countertop as I try to steady my breath. I’m close. I can feel it. Suddenly I’ve forgotten all about my knife. All I care about is coming, even if everyone in the damn place hears me moan. I don’t care, I’ve never felt such aching need before in my life. My head lowers as my body rocks, working with the waves that shake my center when something soft brushes my shoulder.

“Here,” Delilah breathes, moving her hand from my shoulder, discreetly tucking my knife under my hand.

I clear the lump in my throat, trying to figure out how I’m going to talk through the orgasm I feel coming on, but as my tongue swipes at my lips, it stops.

Relief and disappointment fill me. I look past where D waits for me to say something to her and back to where my masked devil was just standing, but I don’t see him. My gaze roams around the main room, but he’s nowhere to be found.

“Blair,” Delilah says, forcing my attention back to her.

Shaking my head, I try to play off the conflicted emotions my mind and my body are feeling right now. Securing my knife in my hand, I quickly tuck it beneath the strap of my thigh harness.

“Thanks,” I say with a half grin, already adjusting my stance, so my torso is facing the velvet curtains by the door.

Her hand grazes my shoulder. “You don’t need to do this,” she reminds me.

I know she believes that, but Maddox is relentless. Nothing will stop him from getting what he wants. So, a knife fight in the cemetery is the only way I’ll have some peace.

“I got it,” I grin wide, trying to reassure her. “I’ll see you later?”

Her brows lift. “I better.” Her hand lowers to my ass for a quick, playful tap, much less forceful than stalker boy’s but it still serves as the encouragement I need to get ready to show Boogeyman why final girls rock.

CHAPTER 18

“Maddox, are you sure about this?” Alex’s voice nags in the earpiece of my phone. “There’s no coming back from this once it’s done.”

“I know, but how else will I get my point across?” I ask.

“Alright, well listen, be discreet about this. I don’t need you ending up on America’s Most Wanted.”

“They’d have to catch me for that to happen.”

“You're not invincible, Maddox.”

I lick my lips, reveling in the way she lingers on my tongue. “And neither is she.”

I hang up, slipping my phone in my pocket before reemerging from where the music isn’t blaring in the back of the hall to take Alex’s call.

As I enter the main room of Satan’s it looks like the commotion from the costume contest has settled. Everyone looks happy and drunk, with lap dances abound. Though more importantly, I don’t see my little hellcat. Fingers crossed she listened to me and is waiting outside but I don’t get my hopes up, defiance is a trait she wears like a badge of honor. Luckily for her I enjoy reprimanding her just as much as I enjoy the chase. Anything that gets me close to her will suffice, even if it results in blood.

Fuck, my cock twitches just thinking about her and blood in the same sentence.

Lost in my thoughts, fantasizing about our evening outside of Satan’s, I quicken my pace towards the entrance when the limited periphery my mask gives me is invaded by a flailing set of long, draping sleeves.

Glinda.

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