Page 40 of Madness & Mayhem

“Who’s got the knife, baby Lake? I think you should rethink your demand before you end up with more blood dripping down your body.” He presses in further, and I can feel the sharp end of the knife cut into the corners of my lips.

“Do you hear me?” he growls.

I nod slowly, not wanting to cut my skin any more than it already is.

He slides the knife out from between my lips, dragging it along my jaw. “Close your eyes.”

My brow furrows, and I say nothing as I feel the faint taste of blood hit my tongue.

His mask tilts to the side as he cocks his head.

Another nick. This time to my cheekbone. He brings his head forward, sliding the hard plastic against my skin, smearing the blood. I can feel the droplet smear, the warmth quickly cooling.

“Close your eyes, Lakyn, if you want to see your present.”

As if on his command, because I can never fight against Reign, and never can I win, I slowly shut my eyes, feeling my lashes flutter against my cheekbones. My fingers grip the cushion on each side of me, and I can feel the air shift as he leans over my body, his body hovering over mine.

The distorted voice crackles through the small speaker, sounding monotone as it goes right in my ear. “Open.”

Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes flutter open. They quickly widen when I see what’s right in front of me.

A mask.

Nearly identical to his.

Though this one looks like it’s made for a female. It looks like it was made just forme. The eyes are black, and the lips are as well, made into a smile, the center in the shape of a heart. It’s scary as hell, but also gorgeous.

I love it.

“Is that… for me?” I whisper.

He gives one slow nod.

What does it mean? That he will show me?

“What does this mean?” I echo my thoughts.

He grabs the mask, unused and unblemished, sliding the strap around the back of my head as he slips it over my face. It fits perfectly, curling around the sides of my cheeks and molding to my face.

We stare at each other, our masks only inches from one another.

“It means you’re going to stay there like a good girl and let me do whatever I want to do to you,” he rasps through his voice changer.

Another shiver rolls through me, and I stare at him, intaking a shaky breath.

His gloved fingers linger down my sides, curling around my hips before they slide around to the backs of my thighs. He grabs me behind the knees, pulling me to the edge of the couch, until my legs hang over the edge. He slides between them, keeping a tight grip on my limbs as he dips his face between my legs.

I can feel his warm breath as it slides beneath his mask and onto my sensitive skin. He brings his hand to the bottom, shoving it up above his lips. Dipping forward, his tongue darts out, sliding between my wet folds, flattening his tongue against my clit.

I jolt in his arms, my hips bucking into his mouth. His free hand comes down, the knife landing right above my sex. He holds the blade against my skin as his face dives down farther, his lips and tongue and nose burrowing into my sex, his tongue sliding across every fold, licking up every drop of arousal that drips from my sex.

I can feel a hum begin in my lower belly, spreading across my limbs like wildfire. A moan cracks from my throat as my neck arches, my head tilting toward the ceiling. I can feel the tears leak from the corners of my eyes, sliding beneath the mask and into my hair.

I watch as he drops the mask back down over his mouth, his fingers expanding wide as he slides them up my body, gripping my hips as he lifts me in the air. I feel weightless against him as he slides onto the couch, depositing me onto his lap. I circle my legs around his hips.

He lifts me slightly with one arm while using the other to shove his pants over his hips. His erection springs free, and he grips it tightly, slapping it against my still pulsating sex. I swallow down a moan, my head tilting forward, my face burrowing in the crook of his neck. He nudges my head up, and I stare at him, able to see his dark eyes through the holes of his mask.

I’m sure we look wild, two people gripping each other, masks covering our faces. He grips his erection with his fingers, sliding it to my sex. I sink down, rolling my hips as I seat myself fully. He leans back, and I bring my hand to the hem of his shirt, shoving it up to his pecs, showing off his tattoos, his ripped abdomen. My fingernails scrape down his tense skin, and my mouth waters as it ripples with my fingers.

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