I popped my head up and then stood. "The spirit that's slowly consuming my soul? What do you want to hear exactly, Laney? Why does it matter?"
"It matters because I can't tell the difference!"
I sat with her words for a moment. "You want to know if it was me or not who you slept with."
She closed her eyes. "Yes."
I crossed the room and pinched her chin. "And what if it wasn't? What if it was some spirit fucking you? Would that be more palatable than your brother?" I slid my other arm around her waist, pulling her to me. "Or do you like it more when it’s me?"
"Priest." Laney cleared her throat. "I don't know what to think. I'm scared. Do you have feelings for me more than just..."
"Brotherly love?" I leaned down and planted a firm kiss on her soft lips. "I do. I love you, and I want to have a lifewith you outside of this god-forsaken place. So I need to find that mask, because without it... I can't think straight."
"So, it is true. Without the mask, you’re someone else. It wasn't you who handcuffed me. Or you in the maze..."
How could I explain that it wasn't... but was? That while my body and mind were taken over by Vincent, deep down, I wanted to do those things to her. It turned me on to see her scream and writhe in pain, while also moaning and pleading for more.
"It's complicated."
"I don't see how. Did you do those things to me or was it someone else?"
I spotted something behind the bedside table. Hair. I shoved the table aside and sighed with relief as I pulled out the mask. I turned to Laney.
"It wasn't me, but it can be. You want me to shove you down, choke you, and then fuck you ’til you cry? I can make that happen, just let me put the mask on."
I shoved the mask over my head. The spirit attempting to inhabit my body left and I took a deep breath. It was hot underneath the mask, but the freedom over my body was worth it. I lifted my heavy tongue and huffed. This was it. Until I could get us out of the hotel and down the hill, I wouldn't take the mask off. Laney let out a small squeak and my attention returned to her. She hadn't said a word about what I'd offered just a moment before, but her eyes said more than her mouth ever would.
I took a step forward, and she flew back, hitting the wall and then spinning out of the room.
Oh? She wanted a chase? I could do that.
Rule 58 - Delaney
It’s okay to like it.
Ilocked the door of my room. My heart was beating furiously. Why had I goaded him like that? Why did he look so hot in that mask? This wasn't the time for games. We needed to figure out how to get out of this place before the hotel trapped us in.
A loud pounding came from the other side. I jumped away from it as the door rattled. My eyes shot to the door handle. It shook, but Priest abandoned it in favor of pounding on the door.
"Priest! I didn't mean any of that. Don't!" We only had a few more hours. In three hours, it would be Valentine's Day, and if we weren't gone by morning...
Another thump came, along with the sound of wood splintering. I screamed, and suddenly the door exploded in the center. Priest dipped his head in, still in the mask. I couldn't see his mouth, but his eyes were wild with excitement.
He was going to do exactly what he'd said before. Shove me down, choke me, and fuck me until I cried. But I didn't want that. That was sick. Things I'd enjoyed just the nightbefore were morally so wrong. Nothing like what we'd done could ever be in one of my romance books. I was so fucked up.
I backed away from the door. Priest put his arm in, unlocking it. I flew to the door to the hall and ran out. I looked both ways and went to the left.
My door opened and slammed and I turned around to see Priest in the mask, holding the hatchet from before. The very one he'd put... I gulped. He saw me and started stalking toward me. He was so cocky; he didn't care to run. But I wasn't going to let him catch me. This was all so wrong! Tears filled my eyes as my world came crashing down on me. What had I done?
This entire week I'd spent every night in bed with my stepbrother. The things I let him do to me were… How could I? I reached the end of the hall and froze. My only choices were to go into the elevator or use the rickety ladder to go up to the third floor. What had I been thinking? I should have gone to the right. With Priest gaining on me, I turned to the elevator and ripped the metal door closed.
It squeaked in protest. I pushed the buttons furiously. They were lighting up, but nothing was moving. Panic shot through me, and I peered over, trying to see just how far Priest was from me. I let out a scream as he jumped out and yanked the door open.
I fell to the floor and crawled back. Priest came in and the elevator groaned and jolted as it moved upward. It made it halfway to the next floor before it stopped abruptly. Fear slid up my spine as I stared at the concrete between the floors, trapping us in. The elevator jostled slightly, and I nearly peed myself. I could not die in a broken elevator. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer. Please, don't let the cables break.
Priest's hand reached out and I leapt back. He tilted my head up. I shifted to sit on my knees and looked up at him.
He dropped the hatchet, and with his free hand, he undid his belt and popped his pants open. Priest's hand on my chin slid down, curling around my throat, and lifting me up. He pulled his pants down further, unsheathing his cock, hard and ready. I reached for it tentatively. He nodded, and with his hand shifted to the back of my head, I rose and brought my mouth to him.
