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Do I feel bad? Yes. But I know what I have the power to do. If this works and Theo snaps back to who he was before, then he won’t be able to focus on anything but our joint pleasure and the ferocious way we’ll go at it.
“There was this way about you. Like you wanted to make sure I knew no one else would fuck me the way you could.” Next guy, number five, and this time my finger trails along the underside of his pecs. “But you’ve stopped doing that with me. The touches haven’t been rough, and your passion has dimmed. It’s as if you want me to forget what your touch is like.”
Guy number six. I’m almost to Theo. And now that he stands just one man away, I swear I can feel his boiling rage. My hand stays in the area just above Six’s naval, and my head slowly turns to my husband, who keeps his face forward.
Removing my hand from the last man, I step in front of Theo, and I tilt my head, assessing him.
“I almost believed that was true. But then I look at my mark—” I place my fingertips on his shoulder and start moving them in the exact manner I did with all the other men before him. I don’t neglect a single inch of his taught, fit upper body. “—and I remember the man who was dangerous and wild enough to do that had to still be hiding somewhere deep. As deep as the mark I gave him.”
My hand travels to the deep V between his hips and grazes over the material-covered H I carved into his skin all those years ago. I circle it, and I lean in close to his ear.
“Is he under that mask still, Theo?” My voice is low and desperate. You could hear a pin drop.
The tension moves through our bodies in a way I can only imagine that it feels like when lightning strikes you. My ears have a ringing sound in them, vibrating as if a bomb or shotgun went off within inches of me. He doesn’t move, and if it weren’t for his pronounced scar of my initial I can feel beneath my fingertip, I would think I picked the wrong man.
His silence is deafening, and it chills me to my core. Eruptions of goose bumps take over my skin, and I almost open my mouth to speak, when his hand flies up and tightly grips my throat. Enough to put me at his mercy. This time, he leans down to my ear, and his tone has a deep, gravelly rumble to it. “You’ve done a bad thing, little puppet. A very fucking bad thing.”
I swallow against his calloused hand, and he moves with a stealthy force, his free hand gripping the collar of his costume and pulls. The sound of material ripping is loud, and immediately Clarice starts to interrupt.
“Sir, that’s not how the game—”
The material drops to the ground, and he reaches behind him and withdraws his gun from his waistband. I didn’t even know he brought it. I mean, I should have. He brings it everywhere.
Holding it up in the air, he pops one off, and all the men scatter.
“You don’t want me to shoot this again, because it won’t be at the wall. Everyone out.” His tone is even, but his voice is raised, and it scares even me—even as I note that he shot the very top of the outer wall, not the actual ceiling, so he wouldn’t hit anyone upstairs nor outside the house.
“Mrs. Fitzgerald?” Clarice looks at me with mild concern, since I forewarned her how my husband could be, but Theo doesn’t let me respond.
“Clarice, I will pay whatever fucking amount to have the entire house to myself.” She looks like she will protest, but then the money speaks louder.
“As you wish, sir.” Her heels make a deep, penetrating sound on the flooring as she retreats, somehow taking everyone along with her.
The house feels empty. I don’t have to look inside each room to know the only two people in this house are me and my devil in a Ghostface mask. My nerves are growing more sensitive and hyperaware by the moment, and I feel like the heat inside me just might spark and light me on fire from head to toe.
I keep my eyes closed. Too afraid? No. I’m too aroused. I know this worked. My Theo is finally awake. I can feel it in the tightness around my neck from his large, controlled hands. I heard it in the sound of the gun and the way he threw away thousands of dollars without pause.
I can sense the reawakening of the monster I fell for and the beast who softened for me as we grew older. My nipples peak, and my slit is wet and aches for him. I want him deep inside me. Unyielding thrusts taking me to limits only he will ever be able to take me to.
