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“That’s it, Little Devil. Take every inch, use me.” I growl as I slam into her, her head digging deeper into the bed with each thrust.
Her walls begin to spasm around me and her legs shake with oblivion. I keep hitting the same spot, digging my nails into her skin, tasting her flesh until she shatters. Her eyes roll back and she grits out cuss words as her orgasm takes over. My skin crawls at the sound that leaves her mouth and my cock twitches with its own release.
“I promise, Little Devil.” I continue pumping into her until all my cum seeps out of me. “No one will ever hurt you again. No one but me and my pain always comes with pleasure.”
I release my hold on her hip and pull out, her legs falling in place. Cum instantly flows out of her pussy and down her thighs, wetting the bed.
Her eyes flutter and I walk to the bathroom to grab a rag. When I return I wipe her down until she’s clean. Soft moans leave her lips as I hover over her but she lets me do what I need to. I grab her leather costume, or whatever's left of it, and throw it on the bed beside her before slipping my shirt and pants on. I place my mask on my face and turn to the door.
“Get dressed, Little Devil, they’re coming.”
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ember
“It’s deeper than primal, it’s obsession and possession clashing into one, creating undeniable love.”
The faint scent of sex fills the room along with the distinct smell of metal and old wood. One of the red lamps flicker and a steady drip sounds around the room.
My body is weak as I lift myself off the bed. My head spins with all new information about Ronan and I can’t figure out how I feel. I struggle to put my leathers on and the cold floors don’t help the chill that resonates through my body.
“Faster, unless you want them to see you naked.” I glance at the back of Ronan’s head, he’s stiff as a board as he looks toward the door.
For once he looks worried, maybe frightened and I have no idea why. The harsh red lights illuminate his frame and a pang of frustration settles in my gut.
“Who is it, Ronan? You’re scaring me.” I finally get the leather over my breast and up my shoulder.
The material is so unyieldingly tight as I force myself to walk up beside him. Long, stretched holes are on the thighs of the suit, as well as across my stomach. I ignore it, not caring how I look right now.
The doors latch unlocks with a loud screech, the silence following engulfs us. I tremble beside him as the door slowlyopens, my hands behind my back toying with the tail of my costume.
The hall is dark once the door opens. Two girls stand before us, silently, and shadows flood their forms. One stands with a clipboard while the other holds a red lantern.
I can make out crooked, yellowed bunny ears, bent at odd angles and the fur of their costumes matted and greyed out. They tilt their heads in unison and take a step towards us. Long masks painted with wide, fixed smiles adorn their faces—the porcelain cracked and faded. My heart beats in my chest, even though I know they’re part of the game, I can’t help but be afraid. They don’t seem like playful actors, ones with mischief and funny intentions. Their costumes look too real, the blood splattered across them glistens as if it was just splashed on there, and their clinical expression makes goosebumps rise up my arm.
I turn to look at Ronan. His eyes stay on the girls and he takes a step almost threateningly toward them, his body covering mine.
“Ronan, what’s going on?” I whisper so only him and I can hear.
His eyes cock to the side, telling me to stay silent. I don’t move, barely breath, because I have no idea what’s going on.
“We’re here to check your findings.” They echo in unison and walk deeper into the room.
The door shuts behind them before I can even think to run and with a loud click it locks. I didn’t think this part would be so scary. Their presence is mocking and way too calm for me to understand. They both move together, checking our items and reading the clues. The one with the clipboard snaps to us, her posture stiff as she lifts the clipboard to her masked eyes.
“Everything is accurate.” She murmurs, almost sad. Her head tilts and her bunny ears follow, flopping to one side.
The one with the lantern walks over to the other side of the room and unlocks the next door. Once she pushes it open, stark cold wind whips inside along with the smell of greenery and damp earth. It feels as if it’s been so long since I smelt the familiar town—I didn’t know I would miss it.
“You may proceed. Remember your time on the clock. That’s exactly how much longer you have to finish.” She pushes the door farther, inviting us over.
I look up and recite the time, 6 hours and 30 minutes left. I breathe out and grab Ronan's outstretched hand as he leads us to the door.
My eyes widen as we get closer. Beyond the door stretches tall hedges, twisting into a long corridor. Their branches intertwine and their leaves are bushy, swallowing the sky whole.
Ronan’s lip twitches into a smirk and his arm wraps around my waist as he guides me down the steps.
