Cautiously, she looked toward the stairs. She was considering risking it by taking slow steps back. I didn't blame her. The first time I'd seen the altar, I'd been terrified. And I hadn't even been on it then.
"Eisley, I suggest you stay right where you fucking are." I lowered my gaze. "If you run, I will catch you, and you will not like what I do after."Her panicked brown eyes flicked to my unbuttoned pants and then back to my face.
"You—Is this what you did with them?"
I cocked my head and chuckled.
"This? Nah, I just slashed ’em up. They aren't worthy of all that trouble. They were in the way."Her body trembled, but it wasn't the cold that had her chilled to the bone. Now, it was me. I pinched her jaw.
"But I am?" she asked. "Worthy?"
"Absolutely. Now, why don't we get started." I forced her to her knees, and she dropped quickly, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked so innocent, so… submissive. Her dress might as well be non-existent. I could see every curve of her body. Her nipples were tight and peeking out, begging to be played with.
My cock responded to her pose. Eisley was a brat, who needed to be tamed. Bringing my hand back to her jaw, I squeezed until her lips parted and her tongue rolled out lazily.
Yes.
I tilted my head and spit. She caught it, swallowed, and looked up at me again as if asking for more.Oh, Eisley, how much more I could give you?
"When did you figure it out?" I asked.
"The mask." She stood, and as I began to walk to my room, she followed. I handed her a towel from a small stack I'd stolen from the hotel. "I remember you bringing me here while you wore the mask."
"What else do you remember?" The mask was too generic for that to be the thing that tipped her off. That night had been a wild ride. For everyone involved. I turned, and she handed me my towel back. She was still soaked, but the mud was mostly cleared away, creating a hauntingly beautiful creature.
"Why are you killing them?" she asked instead of answering me. "They had nothing to do with what happened to us." She motioned around the room. The one we'd been trapped in for so long. I thought that I'd have trouble returning, but now, I felt nothing. It was merely something that had to be done to finish things.
"They had everything to do with us, Eisley. Your friends were never really your friends. They used you, and eventually, they would have turned into their parents, who directly did this."She shook her head.
"No, Spencer wouldn't have. Soleil either."
"Really?" I snapped. "Because they didn't seem to give a fuck about you before they realized they needed you for the documentary. You heard what they said to you the other day. Their true feelings. Those rich assholes were born and bred to fuck the lower class over. Them being dead saves the world a lot of fucking hurt."
Tears dripped down her dirty cheeks. I reached around and pressed her chest to mine. My hand ran down her curves, squeezing her ass.
"You know it's true. They never would have let you be a part of them. You were just a pawn in their games."
"And what am I to you?" She pushed against my chest but I didn't let her go.
"My wife," I said.She clasped the ring around my neck and looked up at me, so beautiful, perfect, so fucking hot. My cock throbbed against her thigh. "My princess." I touched her soft cheek and pinched her mouth open again. Grinning, I leaned in and instead of kissing her, I spit and she took it again with a soft moan. "My good girl."
A shadow appeared in the doorway. Finally. Eisley turned herself, finding Kansas wearing his Ghostface mask, shirtless, and smiling at us while leaning against the doorframe.
"And our plaything."
Rule 73 - Eisley
Relax your breathing.
"What's going on?" My heart beat like a hummingbird trapped in my chest.
"You said you knew I was the one killing everyone because of the mask." Constantine spun me around and wrapped his hands around my chest and stomach, binding me to him. "That mask?"
Kansas sauntered into the room, confident and amused. "They are relatively easy to get. We bought ours for 12.99 same day shipping."
"Ours? You guys have been talking? Since when?" I couldn't believe it. My mind raced, trying to put the pieces together. Kansas stepped up to me, sandwiching me between them. He cupped my sex. My breathing stopped. I had lost my underwear in the woods. Heat flamed my face as I recalled why they'd been discarded.
"You look like hell." He smirked, gazing down at me through the Ghostface mask. His fingers probed my body, spreading my pussy and diving in. "But it seems like you like it there."
