Lev shook his head as Aleks grew serious. “No, man. It’s more about the fact I feel fucking awful that you felt you had to escape into masked play because of your stutter.”
“I d-didn’thaveto. I chose it. In some ways…” I swallowed hard. “It healed me.”
“Good for you,brat,” Lev said as Aleks furrowed his brows.
“What?” I asked him.
“I was just wondering what this had to do with kidnapping the speech pathologist.”
With a chuckle, I replied, “T-This is where it g-gets interesting…if not ironic.”
When I was pouring over Sarah’s digital footprint, I came across something that shocked the hell out of me. Over the last year, there had been location shares on her phone for weekends at expensive manor homes throughout Pennsylvania. Those same manor homes had been listed in the invitations I’d received for hunts, but I’d turned them down since I never hunted close to home.
Miss Prim and Proper had a taste for hunts. Upon further research into the past events, I realized she had a very specific mask kink.
At that moment of discovery, Sarah became more than just an interest.
She became an obsession.
And that obsession bred a plan that would enable me to act out my depraved fantasies while also gaining help for my stutter.
All I had to do now was put my plan into motion.
CHAPTER SEVEN: SARAH
Turning left and right in front of the mirror, I scrutinized my appearance. While some hunts were just cocktail attire, some had themes. This weekend's hunt's theme was Knights and their Fair Prey. Instead of fair maidens it was inclusive of all genders, and at the same time, some of the knights could also be women.
The theme was why I was dressed in a pale blue dress with silver undertones. It had an ethereal style that I might’ve worn to cosplay at Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones parties. Ofcourse, if I was going to a normal party, I would’ve worn panties or a thong. But going bare was a must when it came to the hunt.
As for my hair, I’d left most of it down since I enjoyed having it pulled. While it fell down my back in waves, I’d braided a few pieces to make a crown across the top before interweaving flowers.
Satisfied with my look, I reached for my glass on the bathroom’s marble countertop. I took a long gulp, enjoying the woodsy taste as it slid across my tongue. I always liked to pregame, or prehunt I suppose I should say, with a glass of wine.
It helped to take the edge off the nerves that came when I let the logical side of me reason that I was about to have sex with a complete stranger whose face would be obstructed throughout the entirety of the night.
At the knock on my door, I set the wine down and quickly went to answer it. When I threw it open, two very sexy knights stood before me. With Archie’s blonde hair and blue eyes and Hudson’s dark hair and dark eyes, they were going to bring someone’s fantasy of having the best of both worlds to life tonight.
While Hudson whistled, Archie wagged his brows at me. “Fuck, Sarah, you look delectable,” he mused.
With a grin, I replied, “I was just about to say how absolutely fuckable you two look.”
“Pity we’re not on the same team, eh?” Hudson teased.
I laughed. “I lament that fact each and every time I go on a truly horrific date with a straight man.”
“While we could make a lavender marriage work, would you seriously get down and dirty with two whores like us?” Archie joked.
I reached my hands out to cup both of their cheeks. “Oh darling, I’m a ride you wouldn’t survive.”
As Hudson threw his head back and cackled, Archie’s lips curled into an uncharacteristically serious smile as he leaned into my hand. “Even if I thought I could, I’d never ruin what we have with sex, love.”
I leaned forward to pop a chaste kiss on his lips. “I feel the same way.”
After smacking my ass, Archie grinned. “All right, enough emotional bullshit. Let’s go find someone to shag.”
Hudson rolled his eyes. “You’re so poetic.”
As I fell in step beside them, a nervous laugh trilled from my lips. Apparently, I hadn’t pregamed enough if I was still feeling nervous.
