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“Locke!” she cried out as I drove my cock all the way into her ass, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Such a good girl.”
Those words sent her over the edge, and with a loud cry she came around my cock, squeezing and milking me until I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I’m going to come,” I growled, pushing her further. “I’m going to come inside of your tight little ass.”
“Yes, yes,” she cried out. “Do it. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
My orgasm was violent, my cock pulsing and convulsing inside of her as I filled her ass with my cum.
I pulled out, watching as my cum dripped down her ass and coated my cock.
She collapsed on the desk, her body trembling, her skin flushed.
“I think I’m going to have to take you home tonight and do that again, and again all night,” I said, pulling her up to me. “And again in the morning.”
“I think I can live with that,” she said with a coy smile.
“Good. Because if I have anything to say about it, you’ll never leave my side.”
Chapter 30
Storee
A year ago if someone would have told me that I’d be fucking Locke Hartwell again and again and again, I would have laughed hysterically and called them insane. And yet, here I was. I couldn’t believe it myself. Locke Hartwell, the man I used to deny, resist, try never to make eye contact with, was now the one I craved.
As we lay together in his bed, spent and satisfied, I tried not to think of the possibility that reality could come crashing back and we would have to face the fact that we were two different people living two different lives. As much as he claimed I was his… was that really a possibility?
Mine.
Does mine really exist?
“I’m going to get in the shower,” he said as he kissed my neck and ran his fingers in a trail down my stomach. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched as he got up and walked toward the bathroom, his muscular and toned back glistening in the dim light of the room.
As I lay there, lost in thought, I heard the sound of water running in the shower. The temptation to join him was strong, but my stomach rumbled, and I wanted to make us a snackinstead. I got up from the bed and padded barefoot to his closet to find something of his to wear.
I looked through his closet filled with designer clothing. I picked out a white button-up shirt and slid it on, leaving the buttons undone. The shirt was big on me, but it smelled of his cologne and I felt comforted by the scent. I smiled to myself, knowing that Locke would appreciate the sight of me wearing his clothes.
As I exited the closet, something caught the corner of my eye. Something deep in my gut told me not to look closer. Not to snoop. Not to dig into the shadows where I didn’t belong. And yet that tiny voice in my head that was so strong, so clear, and so loud told me to look anyway. Moving one of his hanging suits aside, I saw it.
The bone stag mask.
The same mask that had stared back at me as it hunted me down. Fucking me. Claiming me.
Every man on this island, most definitely every man who was a member of The Vault, owned a stag mask. It wouldn’t be a surprise to find a mask in Locke’s closet. Butthismask… I recognizedthismask. Every groove, every discoloration to the bone, every single detail had been ingrained into my memory. Iknewthis mask.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
Was this real?
Could this really be happening?
I stared at the bone stag mask in front of me and felt like I was going to faint. I breathed deeply and tried to stay rational. I tried to tell myself that the bone stag mask wasn’t here, that Locke didn’t know what it was or that it was hidden in his closet.
A chill ran through my body as I looked at it. I grabbed it and held it up in the light, turning it over to see if there was any way it could be anything else.
