He sticks his knife in his back pocket and, without a word, shoves his gloved hand down the front of my pants. I gasp but cover my mouth so I don’t draw anyone’s attention to us. The masked man drags his fingers through my arousal and over my sensitive clit, taking his time to completely coat them and drive me crazy, before pulling his hand out and holding it between us. Despite the chill of the night, I’m covered in a light sheen of sweat and panting.
“Thisis how I know, flower,” he says, examining my glistening arousal on his hand with fascination. “I’ve got you right where I want you—hot, wet, and desperate.”
My head feels light, and I start to sway. “Y-you didn’t ask.”
Through the holes of the gas mask, I see his eyes light up with amusement.
“You didn’t stop me,” he counters.
Before I have a chance to say anything else, he carefully lifts the bottom of the mask just enough to stick his fingers in his mouth. His moan as he savors the taste of me on his tongue has my clit throbbing with need.
“You taste divine,piccolo fiore,” he murmurs.
A pitiful whimper escapes me as I watch him carefully lick his gloved hand clean. When he’s done, he pulls his knife out again.
“You ever been fucked on a Ferris wheel, baby?”
CHAPTER 32
DANTE
I can practically smellEssence’s fear as I press the tip of the knife into her back and force her to walk around to the entrance of the Ferris wheel. The operator’s eyes grow wide with fear at the sight of me, but before the old man has a chance to say anything, I flash my knife at him.
“Stop the ride when we get to the top. And don’t let anyone else on,” I demand in a warning tone.
He gulps audibly and nods. Essence and I get into the pod and the operator closes the door.
“I would strongly advise that you don’t call for help, Albert. You’ll only end up making things worse for yourself.”
The old man gasps when I say his name; he has no idea that I've been following him and the rest of the carnival staff for the past few weeks. I had a completely different plan for getting Essence here, but when I followed her and her sister here tonight, I knew now was the perfect time to trap her.
Albert starts the ride with shaking hands. The massive wheel creaks and groans as we slowly make our way towards the top. Essence is breathing hard, her perfect tits rising and falling rapidly. I use my knife to move the hair away from her face and look at her.
“Are you wearing makeup?” I ask curiously, studying her face.
She nods and says nervously, “Concealer.”
“Are you scared, flower?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She nods, seemingly unable to form words.
“Of me or the ride?”
She swallows and whispers, “Both.”
“Hmmm,” I rumble, nodding.
“You killed Evan,” she says quietly, voice trembling.
“You’re welcome,” I say, even though I know she wasn’t thanking me.
Essence looks at me in a way that I can only describe asaghast.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she breathes, scooting farther away from me until she’s pressed against the side of the pod.
How cute of her to think she can put any kind of distance between us.
The past few days have been hard without her. I knew that she was thinking about this part of me even though she couldn’t say it out loud. I wanted to give her space and be with her family, but I can’t go this long without her. I’ve been watching her while she’s been staying with her sister to make sure that she’s safe, because if I’m not around, then as far I know, she’s not safe.
