Chapter 11
chapter
eleven
SHAY
Present
You want my cock? Fucking earn it.
I stared at the bone. Was I really supposed to put something that had been dug up from a fucking body inside my body?
“I expect you to take all of it.” Void’s mechanical voice cut off my thoughts, and I focused back on him. “Need to know you can fit all of me, my little Maniac.”
I glanced up at Void. The name really fit. Because once again, the only thing that reflected back from the void of his helmet was my face. I stared at the black reflection, wondering who he was—really.
This faceless man that knew all my secrets.
Who claimed to be a criminal.
I lifted up the femur.
It felt like a real bone, but then I didn’t really know what bone felt like. It was smooth and cold with the winter night, almost like porcelain.
Still on my knees, I adjusted, sliding the bone beneath my dress.
“Lift up your dress,” Void said.
I bit my lower lip, bunching my dress up with one hand. This dress was chosen to mimic the heroine’s style. It was a flimsy, white cotton thing very not right for winter.
My dress was already butterflied, so I grabbed one edge of the cotton fabric, exposing myself. Cool air rushed and met my bare thighs and pussy. I chewed my lower lip. Suddenly insecure.
“Fuck, look at you.” Void cursed under his breath. “Fucking perfect. Getting so wet for me.”
At his words, heat battled with the shivers racing up my spine.
Clutching the bone in one hand, my gaze locked on the black mask. I wished I could see more, see him.
My hands shook as I moved the bone closer.
Doubts crept into the back of my mind.
Do I want this? Where did this bone even come from?
I shook my head, focusing. You don’t get to sext someone for a month and then chicken the fuck out. Still with a trembling hand, I slid the bone between my thighs. The cool, porcelain edge pressed against my bare lips.
Okay. I can do this. This is hot. This is my fantasy.
I slid the bone into my entrance, parting my pussy with its thick, knobby edge—
“Stop,” Void commanded.
I froze, the bone stuck between my lips, not having fully penetrated.
Void crouched and his finger slid beneath my chin, dragging my gaze to him. I couldn’t see his eyes through the black visor, but somehow I knew. I knew that there was a literal bone in my pussy, and he was only looking at me.
Another beat passed, suspended in my lungs.
“You’re done,” he said, and dropped my chin.
“Wait, I can do it,” I said. “Really.”
I went to shove the bone inside me when, quicker than a flash, Void grabbed it and chucked it against a headstone.
It cracked in two.
His thumb and pointer finger found my chin, gripping tight. “Lying isn’t the game, Maniac.”
Was it possible for a threatening, computerized voice to be gentle? Because it sounded like it.
How did he know? Not only had he sensed I wasn’t that into it, but he stopped me.
Graham was never like that.
“I’m sorry…” I shifted on my knees, the casket bruising. “It’s just the logistics of this are severely glossed over in the books.”
Void rubbed his collarbone, like he was trying to suppress a smile. “Logistics.”
“Yeah, like, I can’t stop thinking about where that knife has been. Or this bone. Like, is it properly sanitized? Can it be properly sanitized? How porous is it—”
Void’s gloved hand landed between my thighs, cutting me off. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. His palm was so big, I felt completely at his mercy.
He cupped me, ever so slightly. “It’s sanitized.”
Void removed his hand.
“Oh.” I swallowed. “Good. But, I mean, like, whose grave is this?” I gestured beneath me. “What if the person in it, like, I don’t know, liked the Netflix season of Gilmore Girls?”
I swore he laughed, but it was quickly smothered. “Never seen it.”
My eyes popped, momentarily forgetting I was in a graveyard, having almost fucked myself with a bone. Because, what? “You’ve never seen Gilmore Girls? That’s a crime.”
“Told you I was a criminal.” He shrugged one shoulder, and the motion was almost soft.
Silence fell, and I once again wished I could see something of him—even if it was just a real look at the tattoo on his neck.
The ends of my honey-blonde hair lifted off my shoulders with another cold, winter breeze. The logistics of the sexy outfit had also been severely glossed over. I was freezing. Barefoot.
And I was becoming deeper and deeper aware that I was still in a grave. That I’d met this man for sex. And instead we were just sitting here.
In silence.
“I was my high school’s mascot,” I said, needing to break the silence.
“I had to wear a full body suit, and it was so fucking hot. I hated it. I was always so sweaty after and could barely breathe. And I had to act like I was fine, when inside I was starting to hallucinate from the heat…” I trailed off.
“Anyway, I keep wondering if that’s what’s happening to you. ”
This time, he did laugh.
“It’s a little hot,” he admitted.
Another silence stretched, demarcated by the crackle of dead leaves skittering across bone-dry winter grass.
“I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing my neck, eyes darting back to the casket. “I’m ruining this. I just… I thought I would be cooler. This is totally not hot, not what you signed up for. I just—”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say you’re the first one since my fiancé when Void’s forefinger crooked beneath my chin, lifting my gaze back up.
“Don’t apologize for having a boundary, Shay.”
My brow pinched as I studied him. Who was this guy?
Of all the things I expected my masked stalker to say, it wasn’t that.
“I don’t want this to be over,” I said.
I didn’t want to leave. I just—I don’t know. What did my sister say about going from the kiddie pool to the Mariana Trench overnight?
Void tilted his head in a way that was like a lion finding its prey tripping over a patch of grass.
How cute.
Still gonna eat it, though.
“We’re not done, Maniac.” Any levity from before vanished into a metallic growl as his hand slid to the top of my dress.
He grasped the fabric.
I had half a second to wonder at that, before he lifted me by the neckline, out of the grave. Void held me up one-handed, suspended in the air. My back arched to meet his grip, legs dangling.
“We’re not?” I squeaked, scrambling with both hands to grip his wrist.
“No.” Void carried me a few inches, setting me down against the headstone. My heart pounded. The air between us heavy with tension. Thick. Like gravity had suddenly turned into Jell-O.
“But”—his gloved hand encircled my throat just as he kicked my legs apart—“you still didn’t earn my cock, Maniac.”
A second later, his knee jutted between my thighs.
Right on my pussy.
I gasped at the direct contact.
“You want to come tonight?” he asked.
I tried to nod in his choke hold.
He pressed a little deeper into me, grip tightening on my throat. “Then get yourself off.”
Nerves electrified my blood and shocked my stomach as I started to grind against his leg. Up until now, my sex life has been perfunctory. Normal in its lackluster.
This was…stardust in my veins.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Get this headstone drenched with your cunt. Make the dead feel it.”
I swallowed air, going cross-eyed at the praise. Void’s dark, taboo words slid deeper inside until I was nothing but want.
Hot, liquid want.
I ground harder against him. Jolts of electricity racked my body with each thrust. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
My hands traveled down his shirt, reaching for his pants. Holy shit. I stuttered at the size of him through his pants. Long, thick—
Void released my neck and grabbed my hands, thrusting them behind my back.
“Did you earn my cock, Maniac?” With his free hand, he lightly grazed his touch between my thighs. I nearly buckled at the sensation.
“No.”
That couldn’t be my voice. Strung out. Whiny. I didn’t whine.
Void removed both his hand and leg from between my thighs.
“No, you didn’t—”
A not-quite human sound slipped from my lips. I leaned forward, arms straining in Void’s cage, and bit his bicep—hard.
My action startled him enough to let go of me. I used my new freedom to grab his hand, shoving it back between my thighs.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
“Brat.” His grip came back to my neck, but he didn’t remove the one I’d stolen. “You definitely didn’t earn this.”
I rubbed harder against him, grinding his fingers against my clit, leather gloves growing slick and wet with me.
I don’t know what had come over me.
I’d never been like this with anyone.
Never felt safe enough to be feral.
But now I was something else entirely. Something wild and wicked created by the pleasure that was quickly turning jagged inside me.
“So take it…” I started to speak, to taunt him to pull his hand back, but my words disappeared into a warble of pleasure.
I was throbbing.
I was so close.
Noises fell from me involuntarily. Sounds I didn’t know I could make. Raw and needy and whimpering. My vision went cross-eyed. Headstones and naked trees blurring, until all I knew was Void.
My head lolled in his grasp, and I heard him curse. Felt his fingers clench tighter on my throat and pussy. His breathing was coming rougher now. Altered, mechanical panting.
Then his head dipped, just a little, with a deep, gravelly groan.
Is he coming like this? Without me having touched him at all.
I watched his cock twitch in his pants.
Oh my god.
He was coming.
Seeing the twitch of his cock, the dark spot forming on his already black jeans, threw me over the edge.
I came violently.
Exploded into a billion tiny pieces of ecstasy. I was stardust. My mind blank. Black. Nothing but sensation.
When the world came back, I was somewhere new.
My face pressed against something soft and dark. Something that smelled incredible. A scent rough and dark, powerful but refined. Hard to pinpoint—like midnight. Could someone smell like midnight?
And that was when I realized my head was pressed against Void’s chest.
I breathed in the scent of him, his touch lightly stroking the back of my neck. His other hand wrapped around my waist, holding me up.
How long had I been like this?
I lifted my head.
“Wow,” I breathed, my breath fogging his visor.
Fuck. That was the best orgasm of my life. I didn’t know I could come like that.
And he didn’t even fuck me.
He thumbed the back of my neck.
“Shay, I—” Void broke off, every muscle and viscera in his body freezing.
Then he sprang off me, jumping away like I was made of fire. I scrambled to close my dress, thinking we’d been caught. But when I looked around, no one was there.
A holdover leaf from autumn fell from a tree as if to prove the graveyard’s bareness.
“Void?” I turned around, confused, only to find him still leaping manically across the graveyard.
He swatted at his arms. “Spider!”
Oh, right. Afraid of spiders.
But this was really afraid.
Void jumped around, his mechanical voice altered into something higher, like he was screaming. He hopped on one foot, then the other, swiping at the fabric.
He bent down on another swipe, and I got a flash of the back of his neck. He had rich, dark tanned skin, like an olive tree in the sun. That was dusted in something white. Flour? And a birthmark that looked a little like a horned goat.
I stepped toward him, like I should help.
At my touch, Void snapped up. “Is it gone?”
“Oh…” I hadn’t seen it, but that struck me as the wrong thing to say. “Um. I think so.”
“You think so?” He spun around, as if he’d catch the spider on his back. “Fucking spiders.”