“Damn it,” I snapped as adrenaline bubbled and popped in my veins. I felt like I could leap over the maze walls.
“In my opinion, getting out isn’t winning. Sinking my cock in a hot ass is the real prize.” He winked. “If you really want to stop, use your safe word, and I’ll escort you out.”
I shook my head.
“Then run!”
“Jesus Christ.” Delight—or maybe terror—skittered along my spine. The maze was like being trapped without actually being restrained. I was caught in Ren’s web. I couldn’t go anywhere except Ren’s arms, not really. My breath stuttered, and as I started to run, my cock ached in my jeans. I was so fucking hard. The second the game had begun, a spark had been lit in my belly, but it had blazed into a roaring bonfire.
I passed a few more people and hit another dead end. This time there was a wooden park bench and a light that reminded me of an old streetlamp swinging directly over it. The bulb was red, which made the floor seem to tilt as it clashed with the strobe lights already firing off at regular intervals. I shook my head as I stared at it. I backtracked, feeling very, very lost, andpassed a man in a green mask fucking a woman on her hands and knees on the floor.
My face heated and my cock pulsed.
Women might not be my thing, but he had his hand around her throat and clearly wasn’t letting her go until he nutted. I rubbed my trapped dick as I forced my fumbling feet to keep moving.
Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor behind me. When I glanced back, all I could make out were broad shoulders. The man was wearing a green mask, so he couldn’t be Ren, but he cocked his head and sprinted toward me anyway.
My heart leaped and I ran down a long corridor, my shoes loud on the wooden floor. I could hear him closing in on me.
“Shit, shit, shit. Safe word. What is it?” My brain wouldn’t cough it up.
He snatched my wrist, but before I could pull it away, he dropped me. He jogged past me, and I felt kind of dumb. My heart was still hammering in my ears. He must’ve been checking my wristband to see if I was free to play with him.
Part of me was still expecting him to turn back, but he didn’t.
I hustled after him because I hadn’t been that direction yet. It felt weirdly like I was chasing him. I barreled around the corner, still stuck on what had happened to me a minute ago, and strong arms closed around me.
A yelp flew out of my mouth and I struggled, throwing an elbow as hard as I could.
“Shoot. Ouch!” The familiar scent of KC’s woodsy cologne tickled my nose. As soon as it hit me that this was KC holding me, and apparently, he’d turned traitor and was working with Ren, I struggled harder.
“Oli, it’s me!”
I stomped his sneaky foot.
“Damn it.” There was amusement in his tone. He clamped his hands on my arms and spun me around. Ren’s mask made my heart race triple time because I’d already had someone try to catch me while wearing one. Ren slid his hands down to my wrists.
“Motorcycle,” he growled.
My head went light.
“Oliver? Your code word. What is it?” He squeezed my wrists so tight I could barely think around the sweet burst of pain. I struggled against him so he would grip me harder. My cock pulsed and I tried to thrust, but I wasn’t close enough to Ren to rub off on him.
KC kissed below my ear, and I almost swooned as heat rushed from that spot out to burn in my cheeks.
“Oliver.” Ren turned my name into a filthy curse. “Your code?”
“Oh! Right. K-kitten.” I melted back against KC’s chest.
“Fucking fuck.” Ren released one of my wrists to shove up his mask.
The part of my instincts devoted to fleeing were blaring in my body—Go! Go! Go!I clawed at his hand around my other wrist, but he grabbed my forearm and brutalized me with his mouth. His five-o’clock shadow scraped against my lips and blasted off a shiver that prickled across my skin. He fucked his tongue deep into my mouth. I had no real choice except to let him tongue fuck me. When he pulled back, I nipped his bottom lip.
A low, guttural sound rumbled between us and he clamped his teeth on my bottom lip. A bright bolt of pain forked electricity through my cock, forcing drops of precum to leak into my boxers. I fought against KC’s and Ren’s grip, not truly certain if I wanted more or to escape.
One thing was for sure, this was rough. And the part of me that could still think was over the moon that Ren had gotten overwhatever weirdness had been making him act so gentle. He’d been too restrained again after pinning me against Shakira, but now I had him ravaging me, taking whatever he wanted.
I loved it.
