“What are you—” The words die in my throat as he sits on the bench inside the cart, shifting me so I’m splayed across his lap, my back reclined against his chest.
He bands a forearm around the back of my knees and pulls them up, unsnapping my leotard as the cart begins to move again.
“You have until the end of the tunnel to come,Praeda. That’s all you’ll get.”
An explosive shudder of pleasure rolls through me as he thrusts his fingers inside me without warning.
My head falls back against his shoulder as he starts to fuck me hard and fast, the motion shifting the anal plug inside me and amplifying the ache deep in my core.
I’m so wet, it’s all I can hear, and I can’t be bothered to care. I bite my lip, muscles tightening as the tension inside me builds to the point of agony. Everything else slips out of focus as my lungs cease to function, and I spiral into oblivion.
Eros lets out a low growl, wringing every last spasm from my body until I’m completely boneless.
“Look at the mess you’ve made.” Dark satisfaction bleeds through his voice. “Trying to mark me as yours,Praeda?”
I reach down, my cheeks flaming as I feel the wet spot on his pants. I didn’t even know I could come that hard. Before Ican draw any conclusions about that, he grips my face with his wet fingers and tilts my head back, capturing my mouth. It’s a bruising, hungry kiss, and I give way, parting my lips to let him inside.
A moment passes before it occurs to me he tipped his mask up so he could kiss me.
As my eyes drift to his shadowed jawline, I can’t stop myself from trying to sneak a glimpse of him. The paint still covers his neck, but not his face, and this is the first time he’s really taken a risk like this. The tunnel is dark, but at the right angle, I might be able to identify something.
Except that doesn’t happen, because all too soon, a distant light comes into view.
Eros pulls away reluctantly and slides his mask back into place.
When I remember that I'm still bare and on display as he holds my legs up, I try to wriggle out of his grasp.
He smacks me on the ass.
“What was that for?” I squeak.
“Because I felt like it.”
He secures my leotard, then lowers my legs until they're settled between his. It’s intimate and far too comfortable, and part of me wishes the ride would never end so we could stay just like this. But a few seconds later, the cart rolls to a stop outside the tunnel.
“I’ll give you a head start.” His words brush against my ear. “You have thirty seconds. Better make them count.”
My heart pounds as I force myself upright and watch him settle back onto the seat, casually waiting to come hunt me down.
I step out of the cart and glance around to get my bearings. I have no idea where I’m at now, other than that it’s a woodedarea. There’s really only one direction to go, since I can see the property line with the large iron fence that surrounds it.
I move in the opposite direction, weaving through the woodland and using moonlight and the faint glow of lanterns to guide me.
Among the trees, I notice some of them have different types of restraints secured around the trunks and branches.
Soon enough, I stumble upon a demonstration of them in use. There’s a woman bound to one of the trunks, her arms restrained behind her as a man fucks her mouth. Something about the scene makes me stop to watch, at least until I hear that familiar voice behind me.
Those thirty seconds went entirely too fast.
“You like that,Praeda?” His fingers comb through my hair, gripping it roughly, and I nod in his grasp.
As I catch sight of him in my periphery, I can see that he’s changed his mask again. And this time, it feels like my heart drops into my stomach at the sight of it.
“Il Lupo.” My fingers reach up to trace the elaborate half-mask.
I wait for him to acknowledge it, but he doesn’t.
“Why the wolf?” I ask, pulse thrashing.
