Page 61 of Masked Mayhem

Sitting on the balcony, I can’t shake the unsettling texts from my mind. Are Cade and Carter really cops? I know there were rumors about them at the club, but they seemed to die down after Johnny's death.

“Why is your phone off?” Cade’s sudden, deep voice nearly makes my heart leap from my chest, startling me.

“Because I didn’t want to be bothered tonight,” I retort, glaring at him, his face unmasked this evening.

“What’s that look for?” He asks, a hint of suspicion flickering in his eyes, only making me more anxious.

“I’m only going to ask you one time, Cade, and you better fucking tell me the truth,” I warn, standing tall to face him, a subtle challenge to show him I’m not afraid.

“Ask away, Little Mischief,” he encourages, a twisted smile creeping across his lips.

“Are you and Carter cops?” I blurt out, cutting straight to the point.

The look on his face speaks volumes—he doesn’t even need to utter a word. The truth sinks in. I slowly back away from him, feeling as though I've been slapped across the face by his silence. But with every step I take back, he advances, closing the distance between us to an arm's reach.

“Who told you that?” Cade's tone shifts, a menacing glimmer in his gaze confirming my worst fears.

I have cops guarding my door, and they’ve infiltrated Masked Mayhem, aiming to dismantle our dark, dangerous world without regard for any collateral damage.

“Don’t fucking worry about it. Just answer me, Cade. Are you and 13 cops?” I sneer, feeling betrayed and terrified for the safety and future of my friends—my family.

He charges at me and backs me up against the balcony railing, his nose touching mine, his eyes wild and threatening. He then spins me around and pushes on my lower back, forcing my head down, and I'm met with a bright and beautiful, albeit frightening, view of the city below.

"I'm not in the fucking mood, Whitney," he growls against my hair, then tugs at my lobe with his teeth before darting his tongue out to playfully lick the shell of my ear.

He holds my hands with one hand behind my back and kicks my feet to spread them apart, sure as fuck making me feel like I'm being arrested. Impatiently, he rips my leggings down and pushes himself against my ass, the unmistakable sound of handcuffs clinking as he pulls them out and slaps them around my wrists.

"Am I a fucking cop, Whitney?" He asks, deep and dominating, directly in my ear, sliding his cock into me with a slow, deep thrust.

"Yes, Cade," I mumble, tears of anger pricking my eyes. "You're a fucking cop."

The words taste sour coming out of my mouth, the feeling of betrayal even more invasive than it was before—before I knew for a fact that he was a fucking cop. He holds onto the cuffs as he fucks me, making sure I can't go anywhere, and I can't bring myself to tell him to stop.

"That's right, I am a fucking cop, and so is 13." He thrusts again, moving his lips to the side of my neck, biting over one of Havoc's bite marks to cover it up. "But you know how to keep a secret, right? You know how to be a good girl and keep that mouth closed unless you're sucking my dick, right?"

I shudder, both from the audacity of his words and the feeling of him inside me. Even though I feel completely betrayed and violated, his cock feels too good to tell him to stop. When I don't answer, he bites harder on my neck and tugs roughly at the cuffs, pinching the skin on my wrists.

"Use your fucking words, brat," he growls against my skin.

"I know how to keep my mouth shut," I whisper, letting him use me and control me however he wants.

Cade’s grip on me tightens, and a wave of conflicting emotions crashes over me. The betrayal of knowing he’s pretending to protect me while being a cop, mixed with the raw pleasure of his body grinding against mine, creates a tumultuous storm in my mind. I want to scream, to push him away, but the truth is, I don’t really want him to stop.

I feel the heat radiating from him as he shifts his grip on the cuffs, forcing me to feel every pulsating movement he makes. My heart races, the rush intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “You know how to play this game. But if you keep this secret, I promise to keep you safe.”

I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the power he has over me. With one hand, he pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to his hungry lips. I close my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure flooding my senses, while every rational thought tries to swim back to the surface.

“Does it fucking excite you, knowing you’re with a cop?” His voice drips with a seductive bass, sending shivers down my spine.

“I—” I start, but he cuts me off by thrusting deeper, silencing the protests I didn't even know I wanted to voice. “I didn’t want to know,” I finally manage, the words barely escaping my lips as he continues to pound me against the balcony railing.

“Fucking liar,” he challenges, cupping my chin and turning my head, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You thrive on this danger, don’t you? You like the thrill of it.”

I can’t deny it—something inside me does yearn for the excitement, the unpredictability, even if it comes with a heavy weight of fear.

“Just… don’t betray me, Cade,” I murmur, feeling the boundaries of my world shift beneath me.

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