Page 32 of Mr. Risky

“What did he mean he can’t talk to me?” I demanded.

“He means his job is done,” Granger whispered in my ear.

“What—”

Granger pulled me into the mirror maze room.

“What do you think, songbird?”

“I’m not your songbird,” I hissed, my hands tightened into fists.

“He was hired to do a job. He’s now completed the job.”

“And who hired him?”

Unease crawled across my skin as I heard the tinny cackling of their ancient machine.

“Who do you think hired him?”

I didn’t care what it cost me, I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it didn’t matter, he had already clapped a hand around my mouth and was dragging me further into the mirrors.

“Couldn’t have you giving this sweet ass away to anyone else.”

I looked up to see us reflected, piece by piece, in the mirror, the bright auburn of my hair framed against his white T-shirt, my pale skin contrasted with his deep tan.

“Why?” I screamed. “Why go to all this effort for me? When you rejected me?”

“Who said I rejected you?” his voice was sinful honey, rolling down my spine like he had any right to be there.

“I said you were mine, and that hasn’t changed. So don’t piss me off with Hayden.”

“You’ve got a wedding band on and you’re daring to tell me who I can and can’t go out with?”

“Yeah. I am.”

He kissed me against the mirrors, then dragged me further into the funhouse, between the gaping lips of the evil clown, then pressed me against the wall.

“I love having you back, Sosie. What a sweet handful you are.”

“Granger? Granger?”

“Sounds like your wife is calling for you.”

“Well, here’s something to remind you to behave.”

With one big hand, he bore me down to my knees in my darkness and tipped up my chin.

“If you think I’m going to blow you here—” I hissed angrily, but he only dragged my lower lip down.

“I think I’m going to mark you up, baby.”

His thick dick was in his hands and he popped me in the cheek with it, hard.

I tried to scramble backwards, but he had me in too tight a grip, his hands stroking that hard dick and I watched in horrified fascination as a pearl of precum appeared on the head.

“Granger? Granger? They said they saw you come in! Where are you? It’s creepy as shit in here.”

He had my hair with his other hand.