His hand slid back up my neck, two gloved fingers slipping into my mouth and pushing down against my tongue. The feeling was foreign, invasive, like he was testing me, and seeing how far he could go. My heart pounded in my chest, every fiber of my being trying to make sense of what was happening. Aiden’s touch had always had an edge to it, but this... this felt like someone teetering on the edge of something darker.
“Get on your knees, Psycho, and let me get a glimpse of what you would look like choking on my cock.”
I nearly moaned against his hand as relief flooded me, followed quickly by the thrill and heat of understanding I could enjoy this. My knees gave out as I fell to the ground.
He stepped around me, his fingers twisting in my mouth until they curled up, forcing me to look up at his mask from down on my knees. He cocked his head, watching me and giving no indication he realized he had slipped up.
He called me the nickname only Aiden called me.
Psycho.
I grinned against his fingers, not even able to comprehend the pleasure rolling through me that Aiden was doing this. Did he really want me this way? Did he actually think about me on my knees for him? My pussy tightened, and I welcomed the needy pain. If this mask let him unleash any of his hidden wants, I wouldn’t let him know I recognized the man underneath.
“Don’t you look nice down there? Knees covered in dirt and mouth wide open for me.”
I pulled back, making his fingers fall from my mouth and he slid them down to my throat again. “You obviously know enough about me that you know you’ll regret doing this.”
“Will I? How will you get to me when you don’t know who I am?”
I knew I should fight to make it more believable, but a part of me wanted to see how far he would take this. The danger in his touch made my skin prick. The masked figure looming over me with a mix of menace and familiarity had me captivated.
“It doesn’t matter. I can still find you. I can find anyone.”
“You can’t find a ghost. Do you really still think you’re in control,Evie?” His voice held a dark amusement, the distorted tone cutting through me. “Go on—call for help. Let’s see if anyone can even hear you enough to pull you from the mud tonight.”
I swallowed, the words dying in my throat as his fingers pushed back into my mouth, tugging me forward, forcing me to meet his masked gaze. His words were a challenge—a dare—igniting something in me.
“Somehow I can’t decide if you are stupid for doing this or completely sick,” I whispered, trying to ignore the way my breath quickened as he leaned in closer.
“Surprising that you find me sick when you’re still on your knees and loving it.”
He laughed, low and cruel, fingers sliding down to press against the pulse in my neck. My heart raced, the feel of leather sliding against my skin, and knowing it was the only thing between us pushed me toward the edge.
He tightened his grip slightly, a calculated squeeze that made my breath hitch. “Now be a good girl, get up,” he whispered, “and stop pretending you don’t love doing what you’re told.”
Another thrill shot through me, heat flooding to my core.
He pulled me to my feet, spinning me to face him. He pushed me further, not stopping until my back hit the tree.
“Lift your dress,” he said, his chest heaving more now.
I didn’t move, still trying to catch my breath from his harsh touches.
“I told you to lift your fucking dress,” he said, his words slow and drawn out.
I jumped, my hands moving down and grabbing the hem to pull it up until it bunched at my stomach. Another metallic hiss came from the mask and I tried not to smile.
The gloved hand moved down my body, fingers brushing over fabric until it reached the bare skin of my stomach. His fingers slipped under the band of my underwear, moving over my hip and pulling the thin fabric down as he moved lower.
“Open your legs,” he demanded, and I listened, nearly giddy at the command. I kicked one leg out, giving him more access. “Do you need to choke on my fingers again, or are you wet enough to take them?”
I could only nod, the frantic shake of my head giving away how ready I already was for him.
The blue hue of the mask shined down, coating everything in enough light for me to look him over as his hand slid between my thighs. I knew if he was keeping up the hidden identity, he wouldn’t take off the gloves—the tattoos on his hands would give him away. If this would be as close as I came to getting Aiden, though, I would take it.
His hand slid farther until I felt two leather fingers slip into me. I moaned, the wave of pleasure making me want to demand more.
I stifled another moan that threatened to escape as his fingers pushed deeper inside me. The leather was cool against my heated flesh, a harsh contrast that had me arching into his touch. His other hand came up to grip my hip, pinning me against the rough bark of the tree.
