My insides twist with a scorching sear as my knees surge forward and I’m propelled out of my safe hiding place. “My name is already tattooed above your tight, biteable ass, ‘n you’ve been locked, chained, and collared. So just come out and let me use my princess’sholes.All three.”
I wipe the ancient dust on my leggings as Istealthily sneak out to the grass and back around to the front of the castle. The arched entry stands front and center with columns and lion heads carved out of the centuries old grey stone, still somehow intact as Itiptoe up the steps and into the central courtyard with the harvest moon glowing brightly right above me.
A little voice that sounds an awful lot like my Godmother, Stevie, tells me to raise my arms in a chalice position and allow the full moon’s light to manifest what Idesire, and Ido.
Since Ialready haveJett,Iimagine getting the phone call that Mickie, I, and everyone else will get some sort of handsome severance package fromMax, but that season three is no longer happening.Sorry, Mick,Iknow that’s cruel, but it’s what Iwant more than anything. Ihate that I’m turning into my mum, but Iwant to be with Jett on the road. Iwant us to make a movie together. Iwant to never see my putrid ex again.
I decide I’ve manifested enough and contemplate crawling into one of the many deep windowsills around the hexagonal courtyard to relax, look up at the stars, and wait to get fucked. Itdoesn’t sound like a half-bad plan, but the anticipation sings through my veins as a spiralling staircase enclosed hall leading up to my man starts calling me. Isigh, trying to ignore the urge, but Ihear his footsteps echo from upstairs, and each one makes my pulse pound louder between my thighs. My body wants a chase, and Imight as well let it happen.
“Comeout,kitten!”
I tiptoe up the staircase, and it’s so sturdy compared to the one that nearly crumbled on me in the back. I’m relieved enough to keep going all the way to the top. This place is four stories tall, but the back was blown out long ago, kind of like how I’d like Jett to blowmyback out right now.God, it’s hard to step lightly in Docs!
“I smell vanilla sugar and I’m fucking starving for it.”
I hear Jett, but not close enough to panic.Is he on this floor?Ithink he is, but Idon’t get any hint of leather and citrus, so Iclimb the next flight of stairs. Ipeek into the third floor, and there it is – that scent of cedar and tobacco. My boot scuffs on the top step, and suddenly, there’s movement. Seeing my masked man takes my God damn breath away, and Ifreeze for just a second.
He’s picked our favorite colors, a black mask with a sinister face made of glowing pink stitching. His black moto jeans are so tight, and his black hoodie hangs open to show his tattoos and ripped body, and Ijust.Dear Lord,Ican’twith this man that has to show off no matter how cold it is.
I spin and run down the stairs two at a time. Ihear a rumbling growl escape from under Jett’s mask behind me as he rushes down the stairs, and Ipanic, darting away from the last staircase where I’m heading and towards the blown-out back of the castle. Idid this in the season two finale of thePalace of Lies,so the crazy part of me that thinks I’m a stunt woman jumps into action and off the backside of the second story.
“Fuck!”Ihear from behind me as Iland on the ledge, the last crumbling bit of what’s left of the first-floor ceiling. Alow, muffled rumble, “Absolutely mental, my little prey. Interesting that you came looking for me. Do you know you could have run far, far away?”
My neck twists as Isee my Jett in a low crouch behind me, and Isqueak. He can’t follow me down here; this stone could shatter under both our weights. Iassess if Ican safely jump to the ground, andhell,I’m doing it.
“Goddammit, Baby!” Jett growls, but Iland on my feet, crouched for impact, palms to the earth like a total badass.
I stand up and dust my hands off my leggings like that jump didn’t just scare the living hell out of me.
“Come get me, Daddy. Wanna see some proof of ownership.”
Shit!Jett jumps onto the ledge Iwas just on and pulls a knife from his pocket that shines under the full moon.Jesus, tell me that’s a prop!He flips it in the air, catches it, and then hurdles it straight into the ground about twenty feet from me.Holy hell, that wasn’t a prop!This movie is going to beat horror records, and it doesn’t even have a plot yet.Does it need one?
“We’re still considering a few others for the role, gotta try harder than that.” And I’m off.
Chapter 35
Maddy
I may have forgotten to mention the literal forest surrounding Old Wardour, and Irun at full speed towards the treeline as Ihear Jett’s boots hit the ground. My adrenaline soars as Irealize this was when Icould’ve used a longer head start, darting left once Ienter the trees. In the daylight, everything around the old castle is so bright green, but right now the trees are so thick that the moon can just barely penetrate them. The English oak trees have turned a beautiful dark orange, and my Docs crunch them as Irun, weaving through the trees before veering right and moving deeper into the forest. After a few hundred more feet, Irest against a tree to stop and see if Ican hear Jett.
“Resting was a mistake, kitten.”
I screech as Ifeel Jett’s fingertips slide through the tips of one pigtail as Ilunge forward away from his grasp.How is he that fast?Desire consumes every cell in my body as Ijump over a fallen tree trunk and run faster than before. It’s no use, though. Damn that wizard of a trainer and lack of body fat to weigh him down! He’s just feet behind me now. “Prepare to get your holes destroyed, Baby, you’re crazy if you think I’m holding back on you now.”
I feel his hand grasp my collar, and Ican’t escape it. He gives a shove, and my palms smack against the rough bark of a tree as his fingers pin me there, pressing between my shoulder blades. His other hand yanks down my leggings to find my desperately wet entrance before rattling his buckle. Ihiss, feeling the cool metal of the cross slide into me.
Suddenly, he’s buried to the hilt, in one rough stroke. My cheek grazes the bark as he slams into me, and Igasp. I’ve never wanted to be fuckedmore in my entire life, but Iwasn’t ready to be caught,Damn it!Three more delicious thrusts, and Ialmost give in to the pleasure completely. Not that he needs to, but Jett pulls out momentarily to spit on his length, and that was his first mistake. My elbow flies back, shoving him in the solar plexus, and Iescape while he sputters and coughs, tucking his dick away. Ilaugh manically, running as fast as Ican while yanking my leggings back up.
I turn left on a dime, but the farther Igo, the more Irealize there’s a lake through the trees, and Iend up running along the perimeter. Under the mask, Ihear a huff and a wisecrack about how Idon’tlook prepared to take a dip.My boot gets stuck in the muddy bank, and Ifeel fingers swipe and miss at my hair as it flies behind me. Iamnotprepared to fall into chilly British lake water, so Iturn back into the forest, and a thick, knotty root catches my boot, and Itrip, falling and landing on my hands and knees.
I should be frustrated, but it’s a moan that escapes my lips as Ifeel Jett’s fingers wrap around my pigtails and his obscene erection pressing against my ass.
“Winner takes all,” he growls with a sharp tug on my hair.
He spanks my ass hard, and Ienjoy the cushion of the thick leggings. Iwhine for more, but he grips both ponytails in one hand and rotates around me, and Iamsoglad he does. This is the best view of this property yet. His mask emanates the glow that lights up his insane chest and abs, and low-slung jeans, mixed with his heavy breathing under his mask, make me feral. He takes out a different knife, and my breath hitches. He drags it across my throat, and Isigh in relief.This one’s the prop.
He pulls the knife down his exposed skin from his sternum all the way down, bumping over his abs, till it hits that barely there treasure trail. He drops the prop, and Iwhimper. Jett curses under his breath, unbuckling his belt and jeans while Istretch my tongue out for him.
