Page 11 of Dead Woman Walking

“Check the maze,” one of the guys suggests.

He is probably off trying to get a better lay.Thank god!Sipping my beer, I try to walk away.

“How about you keep me company in the maze, beautiful?” The guy from the entrance calls to me, grabbing my ass as I walk past him.

I glance back at him, instantly feeling dirty. “I don’tdomazes.”

“What are you scared of, darling? I will keep you safe,” he coos, eyes wandering my body.

A laugh cracks in my throat. “No, thanks.”

“Maze time!” one of his friends shouts and a few people begin moving to it.

“I dare you to go into the maze with me,” the guy eggs me on, eyes running over me with the same hunger.

“Suddenly, I’m twelve again and can’t say no to a dare?” I scoff.

“Triple dog dare you!” His eyes darken as he looks me up and down.

“Oh, you got me there,” I tease, glancing at the maze. It is very dark, and the lights are only on in the middle of the clearing.

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise, baby,” he coos, but it makes me sick to my stomach. “Don’tmake me carry you.”

I scoff, and before I can fire something back, the fucker lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. A yelp escapes me as I reach down to pull my dress over my ass. “Put me down!”

“No can do!” he mocks, moving to the fucking maze. The guy doesn’t even falter under his steps, not running out of breath, just casually carrying me. I’m not a small girl either.

“Gray!” I snap, fear rushing down my spine.

“Oh, so youdoknow me? Tell me, what have you heard of me?” he mocks, gripping my upper thigh.

My stomach sinks. “You… have a big cock.”

His hand slaps my ass, making it jiggle. “Fuck yeah, I do! If we get to the center, I’ll show you it!”

“No! Put me down!” I shout at him, nerves climbing.

“Fine,” he sighs, setting me down. But now we are deep inside the maze, and a crowd of people still pushes us forward.

“Oh my god!” I huff, but his hand wraps around my shoulder.

“I got you, baby. We’ll protect you,” he coos.

“We?”

His other hand grabs his erection, and it is…kindof big. Nothing like Brahms though. His friends around us laugh at his tasteless joke as nerves rush through me. It is almost pitch dark in the maze, and I don’t trust these fuckers to lead me to the middle.

Gray grabs my hand, pulling me off to the side. “Follow me. I know a detour.”

“What? No! I would rather stay with everyone else.”Dying in the maze? No, thank you!

But Gray pulls me close to his body until everyone is a bit ahead. “Follow. Me,” he bites out, instantly making me feel small.

I have no control now and am stuck in a maze. I hate not being in control of the things around me, but I still let him pull me further and further away from everyone else.

As soon as he stops, his hands are on me, his body pressing against mine. Backing me up, he presses me into the corn stack wall, his hand climbing my thighs. His fingers brush my ripped fishnets that Brahms made.

My body instantly clams up, unable to stop him. How the fuck did I get myself into this situation?

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