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“Oh, you bet your juicy ass there is.”
That glint in her eye. The big, loving smile. She’s not afraid of me anymore. She’s looking forward to this.
CHAPTER VIII
Justine
To say that this wholething is surreal would be an understatement. I’ve lost track of the dark rooms and hallways that the masked man has led me through, my hand firmly clasped in his. I haven’t even wondered where he’s taking me, not for a single second until all signs of human presence in the building have disappeared.
It shouldn’t be this still.
Sade stops, pulling me in his arms again.
“Do you trust me?”
“Completely.” And I mean it. My chest fills with love and trust and longing for this man in a blood-stained white mask. I slowly lift the bottom of it, raising my chin to invite him for another kiss. I’ll never get enough of him. He bends down, pressing those lips on mine, and I moan with pleasure. His powerful arms snake around me, my corset making his leather vest produce a creaking, spooky sound when pushed against it.
He breaks the kiss, even though I can feel he wants to deepen it as much as I do.
“We have been blessed to find haven in each other,” he murmurs. I smile, cupping his perfect jaw with both my hands.
“Are you reading my mind?”
“Most probably.” His hands tighten on my hips. Power and brutality that I know will always protect me. I feel it in my bones. “I just hope that one day you’ll understand the service you’re doing to the world. The way I can unfurl myself in you...Love you with all the force of destruction inside me... It’s going to make this world a safer place.” He brushes my lips with his thumb, his bloody red eyes falling to them. Tracing the movement like it fascinates him. “Happy men can be generous. And being free to spend my life with the woman I love makes me a happy man.”
Inspiration washes over me along with a feeling of elation. “I’m going to write about this night.”
A sound creeps through the silence, breaking through the verses forming in my mind. I stiffen in Sade’s arms, but he smiles. He puts a finger at his lips, signaling me to keep quiet, and guides me slowly, silently, to the next door. The main university building is old and creaky, but he opens the door with such skill that it doesn’t produce a sound. It seems to be a closet of some sort, because a heavy velvet curtain hangs only a few feet in front of us.
That’s where the slurping comes from, along with low, female moans.
Another couple found their way deeper into the gothic building, it seems.
I dig my heels into the floor, making hand signs to Sade that we should go.
“Blow job,” I mouth, gesturing with my hand. He nods and mouths, “Trust me,” before he pulls his mask off.
