“Fine, if you don’t want to listen, we can do this the hard way.” He bends his knees, wraps his arm around my waist, securing me in place, and rights himself, hoisting me up into the air.
“Oh my God! Wait! Stop! What are you doing?” Ishout, panic ripping through my body as he backs away from the railing.
Relief pulses in me for a single beat until he steps to the left, entering the skywalk.
“Shh. Shh. There’s no use in fighting it.”
“No! No! No!” I scream, genuine horror in my voice. “It’s so high up! It’s not safe!”
“You’re always safe with me,” he says, as if it were that easy, as if he wasn’t walking the plank with my flailing body fighting to be free.
“You’re only making this harder on yourself, Little Cupid,” he grunts.
I claw at his arm, slapping his skin as he lowers my feet back to the ground.
The second I touch down, I try to run, but he fists my shirt, stopping me. I feel like a dog on a damn leash.
He yanks me back, and I fly into his chest and slam my eyes shut.
I’m going to die today. I’m going to fall to my death, all because I fell in love with a crazy masked man.
But apparently, he’s not going to let me go just yet.
With ease, he pulls me down to the ground with him, his abs against my back as our knees find the floating platform.
I don’t think I’m breathing. I don’t think my heart is even beating. I think I may already be dead because when he guides my torso forward, bending me at my hips, my arousal pools between my thighs as I flatten my palms on the ground.
I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my entire life.
A mix of shame, thrill, and unbridled need swirls inside of me.
He undoes his jeans, freeing his cock. Pulling my panties over, he smacks his tip against my swollen center. My back arches in response.
“Mmm. So greedy.”
Without warning, he drives forward, every inch forcing its way deep inside of me. It’s so intense—borderlinetoointense.
I cry out, muttering something, and I’m unsure if I even form a coherent word. But I don’t have time to think before he rocks back and slams into me again.
“Fuck,” he grunts, metal clanking onto the floor as he drops the knife and grips my hips tightly, losing himself harder and faster.
He’s feral, uncontrolled, as he grunts with each thrust, our thighs slapping against one another.
Suddenly, my hair is tangled in his fingers. My head is yanked back, forcing me to look up at the twisted, masked monster buried inside of me.
A cacophony of pleasure-filled moans, cries, and primal grunts forms a song of their own. My body heats up as it becomes too much to handle.
Everything is overwhelming, intoxicating, and terrifying. My pussy throbs with intention, an orgasm like never before building at the deepest point in my core.
I can’t take it anymore.
“Not yet. Fight it.” He grinds his words through bared teeth, the sound whistling.
Releasing my hair, he wraps his hand around my mouth and nose, cutting off my airways. I try to suck abreath, but his palm is sealed shut over my lips. Panic sets in my chest, amplifying everything else I’m feeling.
This is otherworldly, and I’m scared that when I come, I’m going to explode into a thousand pieces.
His pace becomes unruly, and he pounds deeper, harder. He’s crazed, absolutely feral, and I’m seconds from either passing out, coming harder than I ever imagined possible, or a combination of the two.
