Page 21 of Masked Mayhem

Her nails dig into my shoulders as her pace quickens, the exquisite friction triggering primal instincts within me. I take in the sight of her—exquisite, beautiful, and so unabashedly alive—completely lost in the moment. Her hair cascades down her back, and the intensity in her eyes is enough to set the room on fucking fire.

"You’re fucking stunning, you know that?" I mutter, desperate to convey how much she captivates me.

“I know,” she replies, a playful smirk gracing her lips even as she rides me harder. “And I’m just getting started.”

With that, she leans back, using my thighs for balance as she angles her hips just right. The sensation is overwhelming, the way she grinds against my pelvis while I thrust up into her. Our breaths mingle, hot and heavy, as she loses herself in the rhythm.

“Cade—I can’t…” she moans, trailing off as another wave of pleasure washes over her. I can feel the tension building within her, and it drives me fucking wild.

“Let go, baby. I want to feel you come around me. Just ride it out,” I encourage, my lips brushing against hers as I capture her mouth in another searing kiss.

Her walls begin to tighten around me, her pussy drenching me in her warm arousal, and I know she’s close. I push into her, hitting the silver hoop pierced through her clit while matching her frantic movements, unwilling to stop until we both reach that precipice together.

“Cade, I’m—”

“Let it go, Whitney,” I demand, the urgency in my voice matching the fever pitch of our actions. “Come for me. Little Mischief.”

And with my permission, she spirals into ecstasy, her body shaking as she lets out a moan that echoes through the room, breaking down the walls I’d fought so hard to maintain. I follow her lead, our release crashing over us like a tidal wave as I fill her cunt with my cum and she showers my cock with hers.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she gasps, her body trembling as she collapses forward onto my chest, panting.

“Me neither,” I admit, still trying to regain my breath.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as I gently rock us together. There’s a warmth settling over us now, a bond that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. But the moment is short-lived, the harsh reality crashing back down around us. The door creaks open, and I freeze, bracing myself for whoever might walk in.

Carter stands at the entrance, eyes wide in shock, instantly recognizing the situation we’re in.

“What the actual fuck?” He breathes, his voice a mix of surprise, betrayal, and concern.

Whitney quickly scrambles off my lap, pinching her underwear back into place as she attempts to regain some semblance of composure. My heart races—not just from what just happened and how good it was, but from the knowledge that we’ve crossed a line that I'm sure neither one of us wants to go back across.

“Carter, it’s not what it looks like—” I start, but he cuts me off.

“No, Red. It’s exactly what it fucking looks like, and we have a fucking problem,” he says, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Havoc and Crow are back, and they’re looking for you. This isn’t safe anymore.”

Just like that, the gravity of our situation sinks back in. I glance at Whitney, whose eyes are wide in shock, her mind racing as fast as my own.

“Can you get out through the back?” I ask her, trying to keep my voice calm.

“I-I think so,” she stutters, still not fully processing the chaos that has ensued so quickly.

“Carter, keep an eye on them. If they start heading in this direction, we need to figure out a way to diffuse the situation,” I instruct, my heart pounding with urgency.

He nods, stepping back to watch the hallway. I pull Whitney aside, looking into her eyes.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I'm not running, Cade,” she whispers, her hand shaking slightly in mine.

“Yes, the fuck you are.” I lean in, brushing my lips against her forehead, holding onto that fleeting moment of intimacy before our world collapses around us again.

"Now fucking go."

"No." With a determined look, she shakes her head and stands firm beside me, refusing to leave.

"If Havoc finds out wh—" I snap, feeling more than rage bubble beneath the surface.

"Let him. If you remember, I'm nobody's. Nobody controls me anymore. No one owns me anymore. I refuse to hide in the shadows and pretend like there isn't something between us," she says, so fucking confident, and it makes me want to fuck her all over again—really fuck her.

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