“Yes, I’m scared. Is that what you want to hear? I’m fucking terrified.” I drop my elbow into his stomach, and he chuckles darkly. “And you fucking knew that when you led me up here.”
His chest moves against my back like he’s shrugging—the fucking asshole. “Of course I knew. Like I’ve said since the beginning, I know everything about you, Serena. Every single thing.”
Long fingers trail from my waist to the band of my skirt, his blade still at my throat. Slipping beneath the cotton and lace, he glides two fingers between my folds.
“Just like how I knew you’d be soaking wet. You like the danger, baby. And the adrenaline rush you get.”
Swallowing against the knife, I groan, “I don’t like this.”
But that’s a lie, and he knows it too.
“Really?” he growls into my ear, grinding his dickagainst my ass, eliciting a soft moan from me. “I don’t believe you.”
My eyes flutter shut, my head rolling back against his chest.
“Openyour eyes.” He rocks against me, hard enough to shake the comfort from my bones as I catch myself on the railing, my eyes flying open.
My body tightens instantly when I take in the massive drop that leads straight down to the ice. “Bates.”
He says nothing. But his fingers shift, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.
His name leaves my lips, and I’m not even entirely sure what I want him to do. My pulse beats in my neck, thumping against the blade.
This is what I wanted. To explore this kink with him. Maybe I’ll pretend, for just a moment, that I don’t know who he is. That this unknown masked man cornered me here and has his fingers circling my clit tortuously slowly.
“Whoever you are …” I trail off. My pussy pulses as the fantasy fully ignites in my body. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
My Masked Valentine fully takes control. “Then be a good little slut and open your legs.”
He was holding himself back, waiting for me to make a choice, and if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, then I don’t know what is. He’s the one with the knife to my throat, his dick pressed firmly against my ass, bending me to his will, but I could snap my fingers and end it all if I wanted.
But I don’t.
I want to pretend that this is real. That’s the fun in themask and the fantasy, isn’t it? He could be anyone, but regardless of his name, I belong to him.
But I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t push back alittlebit.
Shaking my head, I bite down on my smirk. “Make me.”
A mix of a growl and a laugh roars from deep in his chest, and I was wrong before—he was holding himself back untilnow.
He kicks my leg out further than I expect, and I gasp, his fingers holding me steady as I adjust to the new position.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
Sinking two fingers inside me, he pumps them vigorously. “Whatever I want.”
Fucking hell.
I like being his to play with, to shape and mold. Handing him control of my body is the most freeing thing I’ve ever done.
“Bend over the railing,” he murmurs, his lips against my ear.
“What?” I gasp genuinely. “No, that’s … no.”
“I didn’t ask.” His voice is set in stone.
Anxiety fills me to the brim, mixing with the mixture of emotions already stirring inside of me.
