THE GUYS ARE DISTRACTED. DOORS ARE OPEN. MEET ME AT THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY. -Q
I shake my head, standing and stretching with a yawn. I’m in pants for once, wearing black ripped jeans and someone else’s Slipknot T-shirt. I slide into some black Converse shoes and tip-toe my way down the hall. I’m about halfway down the stairs when I hear Matteo yell.
“MENACE!” I look up to see him standing in the doorway of my room, halfway in and halfway out as if he was just passing by and popped his head in. I thought he was distracted. He storms down the stairs,stopping one step above me. He gets in my face and lowers his voice. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Clearly he saw the screen before Quinn deleted it. “Shopping.” I give my best deadpan expression.
He steps onto the step that I am on, shifting and crowding me so that my back is against the wall. His hand circles my throat as he leans close, his breath on my skin sending chills down my spine. “Let’s try that again.” He pulls his face back slightly so his eyes meet mine. My heart is pounding in my chest, his aggression stirs something primal inside of me.
I let a smirk cross my features. “Going to speak with Quinn.”
He all but growls back at me. “And what made you think that was a good idea?”
“I’m just going to talk to her. I’ll be right back.” The tense muscles in his shoulders ease slightly, telling me he was somewhat worried about me leaving and never coming home. I mean back.
“Did you not read between the lines of what that fucking cop said? This is deeply rooted in Helix. How do you know that it isn’t one of them or even Clay that sent you that message?” This actually gives me pause. I have such faith in Quinn’s abilities that I didn’t stop to question if it could have been someone else.
But as quickly as his questions run through my mind, so does my confidence in my friend, and the understanding that we have a good opportunity to plant an inside person at Helix, provided we’re careful. Bottom line, I trust her and, for the most part, myself. “I’m doing exactly what you wanted, meeting with Quinn to help us get inside information. Or is that no longer your goal?” My voice is harsher than I intend.
His eyes narrow, and his grip on my throat tightens. I know I really pushed the right buttons this time. He’s still right in my face when he says, “Clearly you don’t care for your own safety. You want to run headfirst into danger? Fine.” He presses me harder into the wall, my skin is on fire at every point our bodies are connected. “Don't move.” And with that he sweeps back up the stairs to his room.
When he emerges, I see what’s in his hand, and my breath quickens. I haven’t moved an inch, but now I want to. Not from fear but to see what happens when he really loses control. Eager anticipation and electrifying arousal surge through me.
“Since you like dangerous games so much.” He takes each step toward me slowly; like a predator stalking his prey. “We’re going to play a game.” He’s standing at the top of the stairs when he puts on the mask, and I come face to face with the skull that started it all. “Run.”
The deep tenor of his voice sends a thrill through my body and straight to my clit. I can't fight the smirk playing at my lips as I turn to race down the stairs and out the back door. I sprint through the yard, aiming for the gap in the hedges ahead of me, confident I’ll lose him in the maze.
I don't make it five steps past the opening before I hear the slamming door.
“Fallon!” Matteo’s voice echoes around me, causing me to stumble. I have to keep moving. The fork in the hedges brings me to a halt. Looking down both pathways, I veer right and just hope my head start is enough. My mind battles between escaping to prove I can and getting caught to see what he’ll do to me.
Barreling forward, I skid to a halt when I suddenly come face to face with Declan, only now he’s wearing his mask. I can tell it is him from his build compared to the other two and now that I know which maskbelongs to which guy. When did he join the game? Spinning around, I bolt in the other direction, down the path and to the left of the fork. After several twists and turns, I’m unbelievably lost. I swear I can hear Akio laughing somewhere nearby.
I charge around the next corner, but no matter what turn I take, I’m met with more dead ends. Fuck this. I can hear one of them getting closer. I’m panting and sweat shines on my skin. Early spring tends to have cold mornings and evenings, and the bite of the chill in the air skates across my exposed skin.
Racing around another turn, I reach a narrow path, and there he stands at the end. The horns on his mask tell me exactly who it is. Matteo’s head tilts to the side, his silence louder than any scream. I should turn to find another route and run away, but for some reason, I find myself approaching him, facing my demon head-on.
I lunge for him, trying to sweep his legs, but he swiftly grabs my wrists, immobilizing my arms. He doesn’t bother removing his mask as he jerks me forward, flush with his body. His massive erection presses into me, and our eyes lock. Nothing exists outside of this moment.
His calloused hand releases my wrists and finds the back of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair, jerking my head back at an angle. His other hand has a bruising grip on my hip as he drives me backwards into a hedge. I’m completely at his mercy. His hips grind into me; he’s so fucking big that each push forward sends sparks through my clit. A moan escapes me. It feels so fucking good.
He wastes no time, flicking the button on my jeans, forcing them off of my hips. My hand finds his impressive length through his black cargo pants. My firm grip has a hiss escaping that mask. That fucking mask.Good, I don't want to see his fucking face. I don’t want to fuck Matteo. I want to fuck Cerberus.
His leg sweeps behind mine with a growl, taking us both to the ground, and not gently. Breath leaves my lungs, the cold ground biting into my exposed skin. The mixture of pleasure and pain has my head spinning. His fingers push my panties aside, sinking into my wet heat.
“Fuuccckkkk.” My eyes close, back arched. His other hand grips my chin, jerking it back to him.
“Look at me.” The demand shoots sparks through me as he fucks me with his thick fingers. I’m already so close. Fire burns brighter in his eyes with every stroke, grinding his palm into my clit. I feel the heat coiling in my belly, pussy clenching on his fingers, soaking his hand. My orgasm goes on and on in waves, eyes never leaving that mask, the eyes of that demon who is making me come all over his hand.
Before the aftershocks stop, he jerks his pants open and down, just far enough to free his massive dick. Fuck, this is going to hurt so good. Pussy still clenching, he slams into me, filling me up.
His groan echoes into the air as his hands grip my hips, lifting them slightly off of the ground. He pounds into me, filling me up until there is no room to breathe. I feel another orgasm building.
His hands grip my ass. Buried deep inside me, he lifts me to straddle him as he kneels on the ground. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he continues to pump into me. Every time he’s fully in me, he grinds his pelvis against my clit, his dick on that perfect spot deep inside me.
I fucking hate him. I fucking love this. I refuse to let him control me. I love when he controls me. My fingers dig into his shoulders and neck, nails drawing blood.
“That’s it, Menace.” One arm snakes around my waist, gripping my thigh and supporting my weight as his hand circles my throat. “You take my dick so good. Such.”Thrust.“A good.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Girl.”
