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His pounding grows heavier, until he’s whipping my body against his, my heart shooting to my throat from the brutal thrusts, the absolute vicious beating of my pussy. The ache brings my pleasure to extreme heights, to the point my moans cut off and all that’s left are my small gasps as I attempt to hold on for dear life.
His hand curls around my waist, and he presses his fingers against my clit, pinching.
“Come for me, Lakyn,” he rasps in my ear, and my nerve endings explode, my neck tilting back as I let out a moan that rips through my throat. His fingers bruise my skin as he grips me tightly, his other hand tearing my hair back, the tension filling the room until it’s stifling, making breathing nearly impossible.
His thrusts slow, until he lets out a growl and pulls out.
I want to know who it is so badly. Who’s causing my blood to turn to ash and my bones to ache when he’s gone. I want to know who lingers on my mind as I lie in bed at night and who ambushes my thoughts during the day.
I need to know who he is.
I stand up straight, keeping my back to him as my knees lock up, ready to spin around. My waist pivots only slightly before his heavy arm comes down across my shoulder blades, his other hand wrapping around my throat. He holds me tightly, bending me over until I’m on the ground. My face digs into the wood, and I feel pain against my cheekbone from the pressure. He pins me fiercely, his body tense as he seethes above me.
“You think you’re sly, don’t you?” he growls. His fingers clench around my throat, and I choke out a breath. “How badly you want to see what’s behind the mask, but you are too scared to face your own demons.”
“I’m not,” I growl.
He hums above me, his fingers caressing my skin. After a minute, his hands fall down my collarbone, and he pulls back, hissing through his teeth. “Next time you want to take a peek, know there will be consequences.”
Shoving himself off me, I can hear him shuffling around a moment before the sound of him disappears altogether. I wait a moment before glancing over my shoulder, seeing him gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY
LAKYN
Islip from the treehouse, the air suddenly growing cold and damp as I walk through the woods. As always when the masked man leaves, I feel a little empty, something missing as I come down from the high he lifted me to.
I keep my feet light, though the leaves still crunch and the branches still crack. I keep my arms crossed over my chest in the hopes to hold the heat inside of me, though it slips away easily, floating away into the night air.
It has to be close to midnight now, and I don’t hear a thing. Clearly everyone has left the party, and I wonder if the police ever showed up. What transpired after the chaos?
I can barely see where I’m going, though luckily, after living here my entire life, I know these forests like the back of my hand, and I can easily move through the trees, over the fallen trunks that have grown into the earth year after year.
It takes me a while to get back to the abandoned ship, and once I do, I frown when I notice not one vehicle remains. I pull out my phone, ready to call Posie or Archer and bitch the hell out of them for leaving me behind. But once I hit the middle button of my phone, the screen does nothing.
I give it a shake, punching the screen with my fingers.
“Stupid fucking dead phone,” I growl, shoving it back into my pocket. With a sigh, I turn away from the abandoned ship and head down the path, making my way toward the main road.
My walk feels endless, but I ignore the goosebumps on my skin as I let out little hums, trying to put out of my mind the thought of how dark the woods are and how many unknowns may be lingering around me.
Or masked men.
My skin prickles, and I glance over my shoulder. He couldn’t still be watching me, could he?
Taking a deep breath, I turn once I make it to the main road, narrowing my eyes when I look ahead. Across the street is the strip of abandoned homes. Beaten down and weathered, always looking slightly haunted, but never wanting to go check it out myself.
I glance down the street, crossing once I see it’s clear, jogging until I get to the hoard of cars.
“What the fuck?” I whisper. Some guy turns around when I approach, and I point up ahead. “What’s going on?”
“Party moved here from the boat.” He smirks, lifting his drink in my direction.
I narrow my eyes. “Wasn’t someone attacked? I thought the police would’ve come.”
“We left the dead body at the water, and that stabbed chick hitched a ride to the hospital. We’re not letting the slasher, or the police, ruin our night tonight. Fuck the curfew.” He lifts his drink in my direction again with a tilt of his head, his eyes glazed over in intoxication.
I take a step back, swallowing down my annoyance as I stare at him.
