I caught her by the arm and pulled her to the side.“I’ll distract them,” I whispered. “Go hide in the maze.”
She nodded once. As soon as she slipped inside, I turned toward the two men chasing us.
“Hey! Over here!” I shouted.
Then I ran after her.
Inside, mirrors were everywhere, bending light into strange shapes, making us tall then short, some thin then wide, and only a few showed the true side. My reflection split into a hundred pieces, faces I didn’t recognize staring back. I caught a flash of her running deeper inside, but when I turned the corner, she was gone.
Their footsteps closed in.
I waited near the entrance, forcing them closer. One charged at me, missed, and hit the mirror instead. Glass exploded around him, shards raining down below.
The other cursed, pulling a knife that caught the lights. Its reflection multiplied until a dozen blades were spinning around us. I stepped back, trying to tell which one was real and which was not.
“Where is she?” he snarled.
I didn’t answer.
My breath fogged the mirror, and for a second, I didn’t know who was staring back. The maze distorted everything. Even me.
Something moved.
A hand shot out from between two mirrors and grabbedmy shoulder. I twisted free, but the second man was already blocking the way back. His reflection split into ten, twenty versions, all moving like one.
Somewhere deeper inside, Chiara screamed my name.
I ran. The men came after me.
One stepped out in front of me with a gun. He fired, but hit glass instead. The mirror shattered, and she screamed again. I saw the other man on my right, reaching for her.
I slammed into him, forced him against the mirror. Grabbed his wrist, twisted until the gun fell. He grunted, and I grabbed his face, lifted his head, and smashed it against the glass until it broke.
Shards cut into his skin, slicing through the back of his neck. He slid down the mirror, leaving a smear of blood that turned the reflection dark red.
I heard footsteps coming closer. I turned fast, ready to strike, but it was her.
I grabbed her and pulled her against me. Her ass hit my crotch, and a sharp gasp left her lips as she felt the cold leather.
“Shh,” I whispered against her ear. “There’s one left.”
As I spoke, I caught sight of another man running deeper into the maze. I crouched beside the one already down, ripped the knife from his limp hand, and stood.
The blade flew the second I threw it. It hit the other man’s shoulder. He stumbled, grabbed it, and started running, disappearing between the mirrors.
“He’s escaping,” she breathed.
Her reflection all around just made my cock hard.
“I don’t care,” I whispered as I pressed her against the mirror, lifted her hands above her head, and buried my face into her breasts. I kissed all around until I reached her nipples, grabbed one between my teeth, wet it with my tongue, then sucked ituntil she moaned.
My hand went down to her already swollen clit, and I slid my fingers slowly down, entering her inner flesh. Then I turned her around, pressing her against the mirror until her breath fogged the glass under her face.
“I want to watch you break in front of me, Doll,” I said. Then, with my knee, I separated her legs.
She arched her back, lifting her ass as I unzipped my pants. Her palms pressed to the mirror beside her, and as my leather pants slid down, I entered her. Each inch inside made her gasp, breath fogging the glass more.
I could see her in the mirror on the side, her eyes closing. The reflection stretched, twisted, and the one in front made her feel closer.
