Page 52 of Hollow Forest

“Got you!” she crowed.

I was too relieved to focus on what was happening. I spun around, and my body jerked to go to her.

But Sam was playing a game.

And by the looks of it, she was winning.

She tugged with all her might, using the element of surprise to pull my hands away. They were caught in shackles, with a strap fastened between them. I jerked, but it was useless. She clipped the other end to the headboard.

The solid wooden headboard.

The one I’d specifically picked out because it would be sturdy enough for nightly activities exactly like this.

A soft, warm body slid onto the bed beside me. My sweet angel brushed her lips over mine.

“Payback’s a bitch,” she breathed.

Her laughter tickled my freshly shaved cheeks. She vibrated with a triumphant energy, while my heart was still thundering in my chest and panic slithered through my veins.

“You’re alright,” I rasped.

She sat back, and I felt more than saw her frown. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

The thought of losing her was too painful to even consider. I wouldn’t survive without her. “You weren’t in the bed.”

She laughed softly. “It’s called trickery. You should be familiar with the concept.”

As she spoke, she plucked the strap holding my arms above my head.

I sank into the mattress, making a conscious effort to force my muscles to relax. It was going to take a long time to calm my racing pulse, and even longer to banish the icy fear coursing through me.

But that didn’t mean I had to ruin her game.

“Brutal,” I murmured, tugging on the straps. They seemed tight. She’d done a decent job. But this trap wasn’t going to hold me if I truly wanted to get out. “Looks like I’m stuck. What are you going to do with me?”

Sam laughed lightly and leaned down to caress my jaw with her smile. “Use you.”

Cavolo! Was temptation ever this sweet? “Do your worst, little monster.”

Sam rose above me. Those gorgeous thighs lowered on either side. She rolled her hips. That sweet pussy stroked my erection through my jeans.

A strangled groan clawed out my throat.

Slowly, she arched her back. I had the perfect view of her breasts. They were covered in a frothy pink lace. Whatever contraption she wore deserved to be torn from her body.

“I wanted to take this off,” she confessed, running the tip of her finger over the half mask. “But that would be cheating.”

I growled, the sound damn near animalistic. “Do whatever you want to me, just do it right the fuck now.”

If it took disclosing my identity to encourage her to continue, I would reveal myself right here and now!

She pushed my shirt up and ran her tongue down my torso. It slid through the contours of my muscles. My monster took the time to taste—to mark—her prey, and I was the lucky bastard caught in her trap.

My body was strung tight with anticipation when she finally reached for the button of my jeans. She took her time pulling them down. My dick sprang free, and she caught it in her fist. She pumped once. Twice. The third time, precum leaked from the tip.

That wicked tongue swirled around it.

“Mmm,” she murmured.