Page 17 of Dirty Little Secret
Awareness and a mix of anticipation twists around me, and my pussy begins to throb. The feeling of being afraid has always had an effect on me, but I can’t help it. It just does something to me. There is no better turn on than knowing that they’re out here somewhere waiting for me, and I can’t wait for whatever they have planned for me this time.
I continue along the path they told me to follow, and it seems to go on for fucking ever. I place one foot in front of the other, hoping I don’t fall in some sand, sink hole, or some shit.
Everything is quiet, and the only sounds I hear are from my own footfalls and the waves crashing hard against the rocks and shoreline.
Just when I begin to think I’ve been misled, I see the faint glow of a fire up ahead.
I use the light as my guide, stepping out of the tree line, and I immediately cover my nose with my cold hands.
Something smells off.
Is someone burning rubber?
“Little Viper,Little Viper.” I whirl around on my heels, blinking to focus my eyes through the darkness, hoping to spot them, but I see nothing.
“Why am I here?” I call out, and I figure that if I get them talking, maybe I can work out where the hell they are.
The waves roar loudly as they crash against the cliffside, and my heart starts to race.
Did I make a horrible mistake by coming out here on my own?
“Because we have a surprise for you,” another voice calls out, a little raspier than the other’s, only this time, it’s coming from my other side.
The darkness does nothing to hide the fact that their eyes are all over me, because I can still feel them. The pressure of being their sole focus has the tiny hairs all over my body standing at attention, but I can’t tell you how intoxicating it is to feel this way.
Is it crazy to feel so wanted, even without them actually saying it?
It’s in the way they show me.
Use me.
Taste me.
It’s in everything they do to me.
Never have I felt so worshipped.
Blake doesn’t give a single fuck about me. He only cares about himself and his image, which is whyI’ve spent the past week trying to get the fuck away from that psycho asshole.
I shake away all thoughts of Blake Humphreys because I won’t let him ruin another great night for me.
“Is the surprise having all three of you inside me again?” I taunt, and the sound of their laughter sends a wave of warmth all over my cold body.
“Not tonight.”
What? No!
Disappointment thrums through me as another voice draws out from behind me. These guys are fucking everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
“Tonight is about punishment.”
Oh God.
Goodbye disappointment, hello excitement.
I can’t explain the feeling that hits me when one of the guys steps out from the shadows, his skull mask in place. The mask alone should have me running, but it doesn’t. It only adds to the heat already building inside me, and I hope they were lying about not fucking me.
The light from the fire casts an eerie amber glow across his tall, commanding frame, and the fact that he’s towering over me only gives me chills.
