Chapter 32

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M y heart's racing as I sprint across his yard. We’re really doing this! I glance back and see Buttons stepping down from the front door. Shit. I run faster. In the dark, that mask is terrifying. Giggling as I run, this is—“Fuck!” He’s fast. His hands grip my hips, and he tackles me down. I try to fight him off as best I can. “Get off me!” I yell, giggling. Why can’t I stop giggling?

“Fuck, you're strong,” he says, pinning my arms down on the cold grass.

“Buttons, no!” I giggle, staring up at him.

He chuckles behind the mask.

“Do not fuck me with that mask on!”

“You sure you don’t have a thing for Buttons?”

“I’ve never had a thing for Buttons.” I giggle as his hands possessively squeeze me.

Chad tosses the mask aside. With my one free arm, I pinch his nipple, and he wraps his hand around my neck in response.

“How are you going to murder me?”

“With my cock.”

We both laugh, and he lets go of my arm but keeps his other hand lightly around my neck. Why do I love that his hand is always there? I don’t fight back this time and watch as he pulls a condom from his jean pocket.

“Fuck me.”

He releases my neck, pulling down his jeans and briefs just enough and slides the condom on. “I love that your crazy ass wants this.”

“You said I was passionate and reasonable.”

He chuckles deeply, likely remembering that’s what he said when he read my palm. Shifting off me so he’s still on his knees, his eyes darken with a more serious intensity.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees.”

“No.”

“Hands and fucking knees.”

I try to hold back my smirk, but he forcefully turns me over, hiking my hips up. He bites my ass, and I whimper. Another first. He squeezes my cheek so hard I instinctively moan.

“Such a brat. I’m going to spank you before I fuck you to death.”

I huff a challenging sound but lose my breath as the hard spank lands. My mind goes blank until I feel him enter me, fucking me hard. I finally manage a sharp inhale, feeling him deep inside. It’s like I left my body for a few seconds. I’m lost in this scene, this fantasy, this man.

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