Page 33 of The Trap

A beep sounds from the speakers before the anonymous voice chimes back in. “Now, my associate has a mask that one of you will get to wear. Which one of you that is will be determined by a coin flip.”

“Seriously?” I ask, “Heads or fucking tails? What a joke,” I chuckle, tossing my hand up in the hair.

Raiden’s sweet vanilla and coconut scent attacks my nostrils as she swats at my hand before reaching for my chin instead. Contorting my face to look over and down to hers, a reprimanding glare awaits me. “A word of advice. Unless you have it within that tall, beautiful body of yours to back up your cocky remarks, I would shut your mouth.” Her eyes widen to emphasize her very valid point, but the glutton for punishment in me is hung up on the tall and beautiful part. Her lips part as if she’s read my mind, and then she clicks her tongue, letting go of my chin to wag her finger in front of my face. “Did you hear me,or did you stop listening when I complimented you? Colson, get with it.”

Trust me I’m trying.

“Heads or tails?” the anonymous speaker cuts in, just as the masked intruder drives their large boot into my foot.

“Fuck, was that necessary?” I wail out, my foot pounding from the blunt force.

“If you refuse to answer, yes, it is,” the anonymous voice says with not an ounce of emotion, not that we could tell if there actually was any due to whatever is being used to disguise their voice.

I take a deep breath, gathering myself to speak. “Fine, heads,” I grit through a tight jaw.

“Perfect, that means you get tails, Ms. Ramos,” the speaker declares. “Ah, and would you look at that, it’s heads.”

“Fuck yeah, I win.” I clap, loving the disappointment smeared across Raiden’s face. Granted, the heads or tails thing was stupid, but a win is a win, especially when it’s against her.

“Which would you prefer, Mr. Cromwell, mask or no mask?”

“Mask,” I reply without hesitation. Truthfully, I hate masks. However, I do remember a certain someone taunting me with her seductive threat the night she disappeared without a trace.

“You could cover that pretty face with a mask, threaten to chase me and punish me with what I’m sure is a big, pierced dick–my favorite by the way–and I still wouldn’t give in to you. Never.”

Well, I’ve got the six piercings between my dick and sack so if we’re destined to die as pawns in a madman’s game, I might as well have a little fun as she regrets the words that have replayed in my mind daily. Raiden has no idea how addicting she is. Just like she has no idea how willing I am to capture the high her defiant presence gives me.

The masked intruder hands me a devil’s masquerade mask before walking off. Déjà vu assaults me, this mask looks eerily similar to the one I could’ve sworn I saw that night years ago, but I ignore it. Instead focusing on the flicker of excitement form in my periphery from Raiden as I run my hand over the smooth red leather as I stretch the elastic back, draping it over my face. “I didn’t peg you for a mask kind of guy,” Raiden scoffs with just the faintest glimmer of intrigue in her dark irises.

I step to her, mask on my face, height overpowering hers as I bring my hand to her cheek, brushing it with a gentle stroke. “I’m not, but the thought of how wet and needy you’re going to be while you’re hellbent on beating me at whatever games we’re about to play to get out of here is well worth it.” Hand graduating to her chin, I squeeze it and the harsh swallow she takes vibrates against my forced hold. Lowering my masked face, I lick at my lips, tracing them slowly before speaking. “You’re wet already, aren’t you?”

The barbell of her tongue juts out between her teeth. “No,” she answers, unconvincingly.

I remove my hand from her face, skipping it to her chest, which heaves violently. Her pulse vibrates against my skin as I begin a slow descent down her torso. “Are you sure about that? Because I can just find out myself, you know.”

“Get off me,” she pants before realizing how needy her voice sounds. She clears her throat, repeating herself. “Get off.” Tone steadier and less breathy, but not convincing at all.

“You’re more than capable of removing my hand. Why aren’t you?” I ask, taunting her and nearing her lower stomach. “Huh?” I press.

Her hips jut forward harshly, throwing off my hand as she alters her height to the tips of her toes. Lips tease my cheek before her tongue invades the shell of my ear, “I’m only wet because I like the mask. Don’t get too cocky though. Anyonecan wear a mask. It’s abouthowyou wear it. So, if you want to impress me, you have your work cut out for you.” She seals her sultry whisper with a tug of my earlobe in her teeth before flattening her feet and adjusting herself to stand by my side.

“Fair, but you didn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you move my hand?” I poke at her.

Her head turns, hair whipping with her abrupt motion. “Because you’re hot and I would rather indulge my body in your touch if tonight’s my last night on earth. It’s a combination of desperation and being perpetually horny. Don’t overthink it, Cromwell.”

She obviously doesn't know me, because like the fiend I am for her, my mind hangs on every word she says, my cock already stiffening at the thought of breaking her strong will. I want her panting, helpless, frustrated as hell from losing to me and wanting me at the same time. I want that more than I want to know the real reason why we’re here or even to escape.

“Well, that was surprisingly easy,” the speaker interrupts. “If you two are done pretending you don’t want to fuck each other, it’s time to begin.”

I take the speaker's pause as my cue to nudge Raiden’s arm. Immediate goosebumps form before she pulls away. “See, even they see it,” I grin, and her eyes roll.

“Whatever,” she sighs, brushing me off.

Instructions begin to pour from the speaker. “Just outside these doors is Round One. The obstacle round. First one to make it out of the maze and find the secret door wins.”

“Wins what?” we ask in unison.

“Learning just a glimpse of the reason you’re both here. You know, for two people who pretend to despise each other, you have much more in common than you think,” the voice drags.

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