Page 13 of Dead Woman Walking

He says nothing, and I don’t expect him to. Still, I follow.

I need to stop following men.

I eye his back, the curve of his shoulders into his wide arms.Who are these men? I haven’t noticed many people that would look like that. Maybe… he was Gray...I gagged at the thought.

Gray was shorter. This was—thankfully—not him.

But that doesn’t help me figure out who he is.

He pulls to stop, making me hit his back. He growls, glaring over his shoulder at me.

“Sorry, primadonna queen,” I snap. I wasn’t paying attention, too engulfed in my thoughts. I walk around him but quickly realize this isn’t the way out. This is the middle of the maze, but instead… no one is here, just a pile of hay in the middle. “You… This isn’t the way out!”

Jason twists to me so quickly that I jolt. His hand grips my neck, ungloved and showing off tattoos. A gasp escapes me as he directs me into the center, leaning back against haystack. He pulls my back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I swallow as Ghostface enters from the maze, wiping his knife on his jacket. After he takes off the jacket, he tosses it to the ground. He is in a short sleeve showing off his curve of bicep muscles and a bunch of tattoos.

Heat melts my thighs as I lean more into Jason. His hand was still firmly on my neck, holding me in place.

Ghostface flips his knife in his hands, stopping before me.

“I want to get out of this maze,” I whisper to him.

He tilts my head to the side.

“I’ll scream. Do you want me to scream? I could—”

He slaps my cheek…hard.

My head jerks to the side, my mouth opening wide.Why does my bodydeceiveme and react horribly?The stinging makes me wetter and even Jason starts growing against my ass.

Sick fucks.

Speaking of, Brahms enters the center, looking straight at me. Slowly, he stalks at me like his prey.

“What do you want with me?” I whisper.

Ghostface leans in, and I push myself against Jason as if that was better. Ghostface lowers his knife, dragging it up my thigh and making my dress bunch. The cold air hits my pussy and makes me shudder.

Both Ghostface’s and Brahms’ eyes are on my bare pussy, taking it in. I am soaking wet, and my pussy probably shows evidence of that.

A knife taps my thighs, and I spread them.

Why am I being so obedient?

Jason pats my head like I am agood girl.

That makes my chest flutter.

But then, one of his hands grabs my chin, and the other covers my eyes.

“What the fuck?” I snap, wiggling and trying to push away. But then large hands—Brahms—grab my wrist and pull them back behind Jason. I freeze, head spinning.What is going on? Are they going to hurt me now?

Then I feel warmth at my front, hands on my hips as he closes the space between us. I think this is Ghostface. His cock is hard, as big and thick as his friend’s. Then I feel soft lips against my mouth.

I melt, leaning forward to chase the taste of his mouth. Slowly, our mouths move together before he runs his tongue against my lip. My mouth opens for him, and I feel a ball on his tongue as he runs it over mine.

A moan escapes me, making me spread my thighs more.

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