Page 54 of Unmasking Mayhem
“Whit, come for me,” I growl, my breath ragged and urgent.
The starvation in her eyes matches my own, but it’s overshadowed by the lurking threat of the man who wouldn’t hesitate to fucking destroy everything we hold dear.
“Okay,” she breathes, her fingers curling tighter around my wrists as our rhythm quickens.
The knife handle feels like it might snap at any moment, but we’re both too lost in the heat of the moment to care. I press into her ass harder, feeling the world outside evaporate.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, my voice low and desperate as I tug her closer. “So tight and wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Mmm, yes, Raze.Yes,” she moans, making my cock twitch inside of her.
The sound of the city is muted now, the snow absorbing the chaos outside, transforming Boston into a winter wonderland. Her nails dig into my arms, urging me on, and I meet her thrust for thrust, fingers tightening around her throat just enough to make her gasp, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and danger radiating between us. I can see the reflection of the moonlight tracing the edges of her silhouette; the pride that has welled up inside me is almost fucking unbearable.
“You’re fucking mine, Whitney. Just mine.”
“Forever,” she gasps, her body betraying her with every grind against me.
That word—“forever”—strikes a chord within me, a double-edged sword. I want it, need it, and fucking crave it more than I’ve ever craved anything. But the harsh reality is that Dustin won’t allow us that luxury. Suddenly, the quiet is pierced by asharp crackle—a sound so familiar it sends a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.
“The fuck was that?” I rasp, breaking our connection for just a heartbeat as I scold my instincts to rein in the passion. My senses heighten, scanning the scene outside, scanning for shadows in the dark.
“Raze?” Whitney looks back, confusion mixing with concern.
“Stay here,” I command, reluctantly releasing her and sliding off the window seat. I can’t afford to be distracted—not now.
I edge closer to the window, peering through the snow-dusted glass. My heart races as I spot movement at the far side of the street, the haunting flicker of headlights cutting through the darkness.
“Dustin,” I hiss, fire building in my chest. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was close; it was like a sick sixth sense whispering threats in my ear.
“Raze, what’s happening?” Whitney whispers urgently from behind me, worry creeping into her tone.
I turn to her, my heart heavy with the knowledge that our moment of bliss is slipping away. “Dustin’s out there. I can feel it. We need to be smart,” I warn, moving swiftly back to her and pulling her up against me, wanting to shield her from the world outside, even as anticipation tightens within me.
“But we can’t leave, can we?” She asks, her eyes wide with fear, the soft vulnerability of her expression tugging at every protective instinct I possess.
“No, not right now. Just… trust me,” I murmur, brushing my knuckles down her cheek. “I couldn't protect you from him when we were younger, but I sure as fuck can now.”
A dark thought lingers in my mind:what if Dustin tries to use us against each other?But I shove that concern down and focus on the now, the honeyed softness of Whitney against me, and the warmth of our moment swirling together like the snow nowblanketing the city. She nods, understanding flickering in her gaze as she locks her arms around my neck, pulling me back into the pulse of our intimacy.
“Then let’s keep it that way,” she whispers fiercely, her lips crashing against mine, igniting the spark we refuse to let die.
As we meld our bodies together once again, the world outside fades to nothing. Because love, in its most electrifying form, can't be extinguished—not even by fear. I can feel Whitney’s heart racing against my chest as she presses into me, igniting an intense need within me that I can’t ignore. The soft warmth of her skin, the way she clings to me like I’m her anchor—it makes the world outside seem so insignificant. But the faint glow of Dustin’s gun laser continues to flicker in the depths of my mind, a reminder that our sanctuary is frail, and our moment is borrowed.
“Raze,” she murmurs against my lips, coaxing me from my thoughts. “Please, just hold me.”
Her plea wraps around my heart like a vise, stirring up something deeply protective within me. I tighten my grip around her waist, burying my face into her hair, letting the faint scent of vanilla and danger intertwine with the snow-filled air around us. I need this, need her more than I’ve ever needed anything, and if this is going to be our last night together—if Dustin’s shadow closes in—then I want to make it unforgettable.
“We’re not done yet, baby.” I pull away just enough to lock my eyes with hers, keeping my grip firm. “You’ve got to trust me.”
“I do,” she whispers, her voice trembling with anxiety and hope, the mix making me crazy. “I trust you, Raze.”
I pull her closer, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, inviting her to sink into the need we share—denying the darkness that threatens to extinguish our flame. I lift her, cradling her against me as I back toward the bed, all while maintaining that captivating rhythm between us. She melts against me, herlaughter a soft melody that cuts the tension in the air, bringing life back to the moment.
As I gently lay her on the bed, the vulnerability in her eyes fires me up. I want to shield her, protect her from what lurks in the shadows, and yet, every action is cloaked in desire—the knife is still ominously embedded in the window seat, a reminder of the risks. I take my time exploring her body, my lips trailing along her collarbone, down to her breasts, savoring every gasp that escapes her. Fire courses through me with each flick of her fingers against my skin, making me burn hotter, craving the way she arches into my touch.
“Raze,” she breathes, tangled in the heat as her fingers thread through my hair. “I don’t want to think about him. I want you—I want us.”
I can’t help but smirk at her words, her willingness to step into the storm of chaos with me. “Then you can have me,” I rasp against her lips, raw hunger in every word. ”You always have me.”
