Page 49 of Hide and Seek
His big, calloused hand finds my waist and trails over my skin. “If you scream. You fail. If you run. You die. But kitten, you will hide, and I will find you.”
I swallow over the lump in my throat, keeping my eyes on him through my mirror, watching his hand skim up to my tits, firmly cupping them and squeezing tight before trailing down past my ribs and over my hip. What does he want from me? Just to play some twisted game of hide and seek? I don’t fucking know.
I go to speak, and he eases his hold over my mouth, dropping the hand to my body, satisfied that I’m not about to scream.
“What happens after you find me?”
His eyes seem to penetrate right through to my soul through the mirror. A rumbling groan vibrates through his chest. “You become mine.”
Holy fuck.
You become mine.What does that even mean? Will I become his in a sexual sense, or does he mean he’ll claim my whole entire existence?
My chest heaves frantically, knowing exactly where his hand is aiming, yet I don’t try to stop him. I don’t cry out. I don’t scream. I don’t even try to push him away. Instead, I wait on bated breath, knowing just how dangerous this man can be.
Is he really going to kill me like he did the last victim? Or will he let me off the hook if I can play his game?
His fingers dip low between my thighs, and as they skim over my clit, my hips jolt with involuntary excitement. He rolls themover the sensitive bud again as if learning how responsive my body can be. I suck in a breath, and as his fingers continue exploring, they dip lower to my entrance.
My legs shake with nervousness, and as the heel of his palm rubs against my clit, he slowly drags his fingers through my wetness. “That’s a good kitten,” he rumbles, his breath brushing my shoulder. “Always ready.”
Sweet baby Jesus.
My pussy clenches, and then finally he pushes his fingers deep inside of me, making my knees weaken beneath me. His other arm locks around my waist, keeping me upright, the same way Knight had to the other night, and I can’t help but wonder if this terrifying man behind me is the same one who was buried deep inside of me on his kitchen counter.
Physically, they match. Height. Build. Everything is ticking boxes.
Knight is covered in tattoos though, and this guy is covered in clothes, making it hard to tell, but that very thought has me relaxing just a little. I don’t think it’s Knight. I don’t think he would go to the lengths of stalking me at work and murdering a man in cold blood just to send me a message, but if it were him, I don’t think he’d hurt me. I don’t know if he’d have it in him.
His fingers work me deep, rolling inside of me, splitting and massaging as the heel of his palm works my clit. My body is worked to the edge, the strange mix of fear and pleasure confusing my system as my nails dig into his muscled forearm.
As his fingers curl inside me, massaging that mystical place that only few have ever found and worshipped, my eyes begin to roll in the back of my head.
Everything tightens, and I clench my jaw, the rapid intensity building in a way I wasn’t prepared for. “Oh, fuck. Knight.”
His body stiffens behind me, and suddenly his big hand is at my throat, squeezing as his fingers keep working me. His gazelocks on mine through the mirror, and I see nothing but evil staring back at me, turning my blood cold. “Call me by another man’s name, and this game will only be fun for one of us. Understood?”
Okay. It’s not Knight.
I swallow over the fear and hastily nod, and as his fingers tighten on my throat, it becomes harder to suck in a breath, but as he does that, his fingers buried in my cunt pick up speed.
He pushes me to my limits, and as I gasp for air, my world explodes. My orgasm tears out of me like a burst of wild lightning. Hot pulses of raw pleasure rock through my veins as my pussy shatters, my walls erratically convulsing around his skilled fingers.
He doesn’t stop working my body, grinding his palm against my sensitive clit as his fingers roll inside of me, intensifying every second of my pleasure until I finally start coming down from my high.
When he finally eases up on my throat, I take a hasty breath, desperate for sweet oxygen as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me. My knees weaken, and he releases his hold on me, leaving me scrambling to stay upright as he steps around me, making his way to my bedroom door.
Then just when I think he’s going to disappear, he turns back, locking those deadly eyes on mine. “Ready or not, kitten. I’m coming for you.”
And with that, he’s gone, leaving me gasping for air.
I fall to my knees, grabbing my discarded towel and pulling it over me as though that could somehow protect me from whatever the hell just went down in here. And as the black rose stares at me from my dresser, I finally understand what this is.
He’s playing a twisted game of hide and seek, and when he finds me, he’ll have me anyway he wants. And if I deny him, if I run or scream . . . It’s game over.
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