A hand covered my mouth to muffle the scream that drained the breath from my lungs. I focused on the mirror, and amber eyes stared back.
Somehow, I’d gone from terrified to turned on in a matter of seconds.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, hoping we were alone.
“Watching you, little witch. But that wasn’t enough. I needed to feel you. Touch you. Taste you.” His good hand slipped between my thighs, shoving aside my thong, rubbing small circles on the sensitive spot.
I couldn’t help but grind against his hardening erection.
“Watch how your body reacts to mine.”
I reached back, stroking him over his jeans just as he slipped his fingers inside me.
“Look at how beautiful you are. When you stumbled into that basement, I knew you were going to be my salvation, but did you realize I would be your damnation? That I would drag you to the depths of hell to keep you with me forever.”
Grey thought he was dragging me to hell, but in reality, I would follow him anywhere. I would willingly give him anything he asked for.
“You’re too pure and too good, little witch,” he said, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
“Lyra,” Emory’s voice echoed through the room. Before I knew what was happening; the warmth at my back and between my thighs disappeared, and then I was alone. I was wound so tight from being brought so close to the edge and denied release. A frustrated growl escaped my lips. Grey owed me an orgasm.
“Ye-yeah,” I stuttered, trying to get ahold of myself.
“Is Kenna with you?”
“No, I’m by myself.” Shit, that was a weird thing to say, but my brain wasn’t fully functioning at the moment.
“Ummm, okay,” she said, her reflection bouncing off the mirrors around me. I turned in circles, trying to locate the direction she was actually coming from.
“I really fucking hate this place,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my thighs tightly together in frustration. Grey was nowhere to be found, and if it wasn’t for the wetness between my thighs, I would’ve thought I imagined the entire thing.
We continued, conquering rope bridges, strobe lights, dark corridors, slides, and so many other stupid obstacles. After what felt like an eternity, we exited the stupid place.
“Do you see her?” I asked, scanning the area. “Let me try to call her,” I reached for my purse only to find it missing. I must have left it in the car in my haste to get away from Mr. Whitethorn. “I don’t have my phone. You’ll have to call her.”
I continued looking. All the faces blurred together but no sign of Kenna. Or Grey.
“It went straight to voicemail,” Emory said, trying to call her again.
“Have you seen the blonde girl we went in with?” I asked the ride attendant. The young teenager with a face full of acne shook his head, not even bothering to look up as he took the tickets from an eager young couple.
“I can’t believe you guys left me in there all alone.” Kenna’s voice spilled from the exit.
“We looked all over for you and couldn’t find you,” Emory said, ending the call.
“Stupid ball pit. I dropped my phone and had to dig it out.”
“Can we just admit that the funhouse is the absolute worst and just like never go in there again?” I pleaded.
Kenna and Emory gave each other knowing looks and burst out laughing. “No,” they squealed in unison.
“Fine,” I conceded because maybe the room of mirrors might be growing on me, but I would never admit it.
“Next is the corn maze.” Emory pointed straight ahead. Cal and Eli lingered by the entrance a few yards away.
“Took you girls long enough.” Cal pretended to check his extremely expensive watch he’d gotten as a high school graduation present and rarely ever took off.
“It’s because Lyra got lost in the funhouse,” Kenna teased.
