Rather, his gas mask.
I’m a mess of fear and lust; the sight of him sitting here in the dark scares the shit out of me, but the objects of pain in his hands ignites a desire inside of me that only he can awaken.
We’re both silent for a moment. I’m not sure what his reason is other than to terrify me, but I can’t think of anything to say. When I’m finally able to use my words, I ask, “Where’s Lunchbox?” in the smallest, most pitiful voice.
Dante still doesn’t say anything. I can’t see through the mask from where I’m standing, but I know he’s devouring me with his eyes. He always is.
I squirm beneath his heated gaze. Warmth pools between my thighs, and I have to squeeze them shut to avoid making a mess of my pants.
“Run, little flower,” he finally says, the deepness of his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I want to run, but my feet stay rooted in place.
“But, Lunchbox?—”
“Is fine,” he reassures me. “Now run.”
CHAPTER 42
DANTE
My flower standsthere in the doorway wringing her hands nervously and looking uncertain. I try to ignore the pulsing between my legs, the aching need to be inside of her and filling her so full of me that there won’t be a doubt in my mind she’ll carry a piece of me with her forever.
I want to fucking devour her…
But first, I want to play with my food.
“I won’t say it again, Essence.”
She lets out a little squeak at the harshness of my tone and runs into the living room. It might seem silly to tell her to run in this one-story house, but if she knows me well enough, she’ll know what I’m really telling her.
A second later, my thoughts are confirmed when I hear the back door open and slam closed.
Good fucking girl.
My cockhurtsfrom need, but I wait a few more seconds to give her time to put some distance between us.
Not that it matters. As a firefighter, I have to stay in shape to be able to keep up with the demands of the job. Chasing her is nothing.
Flicking the lighter closed, I stand up and crack my neck before leaving the house.
Even though Essence has been staying with me for a while now, she still doesn’t know the layout of the neighborhood, so I don’t expect her to run to the wooded area about a quarter mile away.
The fact that she makes a beeline towards it has all the blood in my body rushing right to my cock.
I sprint after her, knowing it’s not a fair chase because I’m so much faster than she is, but I don’t care. In no time, I'm scooping her up into my arms and running right towards those woods. Her arms wrap around me tightly to keep from falling.
When we finally reach the woods, I don’t stop running until we’ve reached the halfway point, then I set her down. She grabs onto my bicep to keep herself steady, but it doesn’t matter because I grab her by the waist and pick her back up. I walk forward until her back is firmly pressed against the rough trunk of a tree.
I’m sweating like a pig inside this mask, and I feel like I’m dying trying to catch my breath, but the look of pure desire on my flower’s face makes me keep the mask on.
She loves this part of me just as much as I do. I haven’t had a chance to fuck her as the masked man, and now I get to see just how much we both enjoy me wearing it.
Her legs squeeze my torso tighter, pulling me closer to her. Her warm pussy rests right on my bulge, sending lines of fire through my entire body. How can something feel so good when we’re not even naked yet?
“I want to kiss you,” she breathes, going to lift the bottom of the mask up, but I grab her wrist to stop her.
“Not yet. Let me fuck you like this first,” I say roughly. I can’t handle this anymore—I need to be inside her.
