“You mean to tell me you’ve somehow procured masks and knives and—”
“Does that surprise you, darling?” His eyes twinkle with the most tantalizing mischief.
“No!” Iadmit in a horny huff. And just like that, Ican think of nothing else for the rest of dinner.
Chapter 34
Maddy
The harvest moon hangs over Wardour Castle, surrounded by the thick, English clouds that can’t even contain its intensity. Iam standing here, staring at the crumbled history illuminated by the moon goddess herself and looking up at it, Iwanna fucking howl. So, Ido. “Ow ow owwww!”
I hear Jett start howling too, as strong hands come around from behind me, one gripping my hip, the other slipping over my pussy, currently covered with fleece-lined black leggings. Igasp out a breath that hangs in the air in front of me like a misty white cloud.
“Do you realise how deeply Irespect you, darling?”
I shudder. “Y- yeah. Of course. Why?”
“What I'm about to do to you, Baby, the way I'm going to fuck you. Itwon't seem like it. Making sure you remember.”
I just nod, pulsing under his fingers, too turned on to speak.
“How much of a fucking fight is Baby gonna put up tonight, Iwonder?” My doting, sweet, emotional boy sounds like a starved man, a very morally grey one at that, through the mask he’s wearing. Idon’t look behind me to see the mask, because honestly, Iwanna wait till Ihear ‘go!’ and see him only through the safety of my first hiding place. “How did it take us months to try this? You’re already soaked through your leggings, kitten.”
I mean, we’ve been a little fucking busy.“Just because you want inside me doesn’t mean you’re gonna find me.”
The muffled, sinister chuckle does something crazy to my insides as he presses harder, teasing my clit through my leggings.
“Go ahead. Tell me all the things I’ve wanted that Ididn’tfucking get, angel … Mmhmm, that’s what Ithought.” Ifeel his thick erection grazing against my ass, and Imoan so loud Iswear a bat flies out of the castle before us. “God,Ican’t wait to devour you. How much of a head start doesmy preywant, hmm?”
This is a hard game considering I’d immediately like to becaught,but Itake a sharp breath and a steadying exhale. “I don’t need a head start.”
“Coz you want to getfuckingcaught.”
I get it. I’m that obvious. Ihave even fashioned my hair into Jett’shandlebarsso he canmore easilygrab me from behind. We are clearly not practicing formyhorror flick since whatever this is will be predictable and hopefully a lot shorter than the average movie run time. Iforce myself to bat his hand away.
“Ten. Ten seconds is more than enough time for me.”
“Is it now?”
“Absolutely,” Isay, crouching slightly into aready-to-book-itstance.
The combination of a relaxing, moonlight stroll through an ancient game of Stonehenge Jenga,red wine, champagne, carbs, and alotof protein seems to be weighing me down to the complete opposite effect of what you’d want when ready to run at full speed, as if I’m any sort ofrunnerto begin with. But just as Jett is professionally loud, Iam a professional liar, and Iput my best game face on.
“Good, because you look ready … set…” He turns backwards so as not to see which direction Ihead off in, what a good little stalker, wanting a challenge. “Good fucking luck because Imemorised your scent eight years a … go!”
I take off sprinting across the manicured lawn, a stark contrast to the crumbling back quarters of the castle I’m running towards. Ihear him counting, voice rough with desire, and yes, the leggings are already ruined. But he doesn’t realize he isn’t the only one who memorized the other’s scent.
Sure, Jett may be able to create vivid future visions in his dreams, but Icould always smell him in mine, long before we becameus.It’s leather and tobacco and musk, of course, but with lemon and Jasmine and cedar on top. My dreams were always scented like Jett, and Icould never figure outwhy.Stupid girl. He’s mydreamboy, that’s why.
Blood rushes in my ears as my fingertips finally slide delicately over the stone that’s strong in some areas and rubble in others. Idrop to all fours and crawl into the back left corner of the castle’s bottom floor. Iget as far as Ican before a disintegrating staircase grazes the top of my head, and Isit back on my haunches, hugging my knees. Waiting to catch a glimpse of Jett.
My heart rate quickens as Ihear him making little kissy sounds like he’s trying to feed a skittish kitty its supper, but thankfully, from far away. Ican tell he’s back here, but clear on the far right side from the sounds of it.
“Here, kitten, here my sweet little pussy cat. Make this easy on both of us and come to Daddy.”
Unbelievably, Ihear his boots trudging up the other back staircase with a confident thud, thud. One deep booming footstep after another, and it dawns on me. Jettisn’tworried about that one crumbling because hewasn’ttaking an important phone call earlier, like he had gestured to in the middle of my photoshoot. He was skillfully checking the structural integrity, orlack thereof, of every surface in this place.That cheeky fucker.
His voice somehow still shakes me to the core, despite being a solid 200 ft away and covered in plastic. “How darling is it thatPrincess Raventhinks she can hide from me, despite being mine. My unbelievably fit-bodied, sugary vanilla, amber-scented,good girl.As if she’s not alreadymy fucking property.”
