Chapter 22 Serena #3
“Are you scared now? Because I think you were having too much fun getting chased. Where is the thrill in that?” His lips press against my ear, his breath hot.
“Yes, I’m scared. Is that what you want to hear? I’m fucking terrified.” I drop my elbow into his stomach, and he chuckles darkly. “And you fucking knew that when you led me up here.”
His chest moves against my back like he’s shrugging—the fucking asshole. “Of course I knew. Like I’ve said since the beginning, I know everything about you, Serena. Every single thing.”
Long fingers trail from my waist to the band of my skirt, his blade still at my throat. Slipping beneath the cotton and lace, he glides two fingers between my folds.
“Just like how I knew you’d be soaking wet. You like the danger, baby. And the adrenaline rush you get.”
Swallowing against the knife, I groan, “I don’t like this.”
But that’s a lie, and he knows it too.
“Really?” he growls into my ear, grinding his dick against my ass, eliciting a soft moan from me. “I don’t believe you.”
My eyes flutter shut, my head rolling back against his chest.
“Open your eyes.” He rocks against me, hard enough to shake the comfort from my bones as I catch myself on the railing, my eyes flying open.
My body tightens instantly when I take in the massive drop that leads straight down to the ice. “Bates.”
He says nothing. But his fingers shift, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.
His name leaves my lips, and I’m not even entirely sure what I want him to do. My pulse beats in my neck, thumping against the blade.
This is what I wanted. To explore this kink with him. Maybe I’ll pretend, for just a moment, that I don’t know who he is. That this unknown masked man cornered me here and has his fingers circling my clit tortuously slowly.
“Whoever you are …” I trail off. My pussy pulses as the fantasy fully ignites in my body. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
My Masked Valentine fully takes control. “Then be a good little slut and open your legs.”
He was holding himself back, waiting for me to make a choice, and if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, then I don’t know what is.
He’s the one with the knife to my throat, his dick pressed firmly against my ass, bending me to his will, but I could snap my fingers and end it all if I wanted.
But I don’t.
I want to pretend that this is real. That’s the fun in the mask and the fantasy, isn’t it? He could be anyone, but regardless of his name, I belong to him.
But I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t push back a little bit.
Shaking my head, I bite down on my smirk. “Make me.”
A mix of a growl and a laugh roars from deep in his chest, and I was wrong before—he was holding himself back until now.
He kicks my leg out further than I expect, and I gasp, his fingers holding me steady as I adjust to the new position.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
Sinking two fingers inside me, he pumps them vigorously. “Whatever I want.”
Fucking hell.
I like being his to play with, to shape and mold. Handing him control of my body is the most freeing thing I’ve ever done.
“Bend over the railing,” he murmurs, his lips against my ear.
“What?” I gasp genuinely. “No, that’s … no.”
“I didn’t ask.” His voice is set in stone.
Anxiety fills me to the brim, mixing with the mixture of emotions already stirring inside of me.
“Fine, if you don’t want to listen, we can do this the hard way.” He bends his knees, wraps his arm around my waist, securing me in place, and rights himself, hoisting me up into the air.
“Oh my God! Wait! Stop! What are you doing?” I shout, panic ripping through my body as he backs away from the railing.
Relief pulses in me for a single beat until he steps to the left, entering the skywalk.
“Shh. Shh. There’s no use in fighting it.”
“No! No! No!” I scream, genuine horror in my voice. “It’s so high up! It’s not safe!”
“You’re always safe with me,” he says, as if it were that easy, as if he wasn’t walking the plank with my flailing body fighting to be free.
“You’re only making this harder on yourself, Little Cupid,” he grunts.
I claw at his arm, slapping his skin as he lowers my feet back to the ground.
The second I touch down, I try to run, but he fists my shirt, stopping me. I feel like a dog on a damn leash.
He yanks me back, and I fly into his chest and slam my eyes shut.
I’m going to die today. I’m going to fall to my death, all because I fell in love with a crazy masked man.
But apparently, he’s not going to let me go just yet.
With ease, he pulls me down to the ground with him, his abs against my back as our knees find the floating platform.
I don’t think I’m breathing. I don’t think my heart is even beating. I think I may already be dead because when he guides my torso forward, bending me at my hips, my arousal pools between my thighs as I flatten my palms on the ground.
I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my entire life.
A mix of shame, thrill, and unbridled need swirls inside of me.
He undoes his jeans, freeing his cock. Pulling my panties over, he smacks his tip against my swollen center. My back arches in response.
“Mmm. So greedy.”
Without warning, he drives forward, every inch forcing its way deep inside of me. It’s so intense—borderline too intense.
I cry out, muttering something, and I’m unsure if I even form a coherent word. But I don’t have time to think before he rocks back and slams into me again.
“Fuck,” he grunts, metal clanking onto the floor as he drops the knife and grips my hips tightly, losing himself harder and faster.
He’s feral, uncontrolled, as he grunts with each thrust, our thighs slapping against one another.
Suddenly, my hair is tangled in his fingers. My head is yanked back, forcing me to look up at the twisted, masked monster buried inside of me.
A cacophony of pleasure-filled moans, cries, and primal grunts forms a song of their own. My body heats up as it becomes too much to handle.
Everything is overwhelming, intoxicating, and terrifying. My pussy throbs with intention, an orgasm like never before building at the deepest point in my core.
I can’t take it anymore.
“Not yet. Fight it.” He grinds his words through bared teeth, the sound whistling.
Releasing my hair, he wraps his hand around my mouth and nose, cutting off my airways. I try to suck a breath, but his palm is sealed shut over my lips. Panic sets in my chest, amplifying everything else I’m feeling.
This is otherworldly, and I’m scared that when I come, I’m going to explode into a thousand pieces.
His pace becomes unruly, and he pounds deeper, harder. He’s crazed, absolutely feral, and I’m seconds from either passing out, coming harder than I ever imagined possible, or a combination of the two.
My lungs burn, desperate for oxygen, and my head starts throbbing. He lifts his palm enough for me to suck in a breath. I inhale, and holy God …
Every nerve explodes, one by one, erupting through my entire body like a string of firecrackers. Pleasure rips through me from head to toe, and I scream, crying out incoherently.
My vision darkens, sparkles fluttering through the air as my arms weaken. Wait, no, he’s pushing me down, and I let him, unable to fight back as my cheek presses against the edge of the platform.
Wrapping my hands around the edge, I take every drive of his hips, every impact of his palm as my climax pulses, the burst of terror elongating the pleasure.
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts more, and he’s joining me. His fingers replace his cock, fucking me with abandon through my orgasm as he unloads onto my ass in spasmodic, warm spurts.
I’m wrecked, obliterated, and spent, all in one deliciously happy package.
I’m frozen, no energy left to give as the pulsing waves fully fade from my body.
Staring a hundred feet down to the ice below isn’t even bothering me right now. I didn’t realize you could fuck the fear of heights out of someone. But here we are. Although I’m pretty sure I can guarantee that he’s never getting me up here again.
Soft material swipes across my ass. I shift my weight as he cleans me up, feeling my skirt wrapped around my waist. Pulling something out from between my legs, he clicks his tongue.
“Oops. We had a casualty.” Gently, he pulls my skirt down, and I giggle, feeling a cool breeze against my core.
RIP panties. Another fallen soldier.
His fingers gently wrap around my shoulders, helping me sit up. The mask is pushed up, revealing his devious smirk, and I take a mental screenshot, wishing I could commit it to memory forever.
“Such a dirty girl. How are you feeling?” he asks, lifting my chin up before searching my eyes.
“Like I could destroy a burger and fries right now,” I murmur, feeling my smile deepen.
“Come on, baby.” He stands up and offers me his hands.
I take them, letting him pull me up, and the reality of where we are slams back into me. “Oh my God.”
Tucking me tightly against his side, he brushes his hand up and down my arm. “You’re safe.”
I laugh nervously, my mind slowly restarting. “You know I have a thousand questions, right?”
We walk over to the elevator, and he shifts me in front of him and kisses the top of my head. “And I’ll answer them. When we get to dinner.”
My stomach rumbles, as if it can sense the meal coming soon. “Where are we going?”
He scoffs, leading us inside. “To get you that burger and fries. I mean, I did have a reservation at this super-nice restaurant for this special day, but if you don’t want to go …”
Pushing my bottom lip out, I murmur, “We can still go.”
He reaches forward toward the control pad, the tape now magically gone, and presses a button to bring us back down.
Taking the mask off his head, he hands it to me and ruffles his hair with his fingers. I try to take another mental snapshot. At this rate, I’m going to fill a million photo albums in my head during our lives.
He turns to me, and his eyebrow twitches, his hands finding the sides of my head. “What?”
“I was just thinking …” I trail off.
He brushes my hair, probably fixing the insanity atop my head. “Yeah. I guessed that much.”
“Just about you.” I grin, the elevator descending further, and I don’t know if the fluttering in my stomach is from that or how he’s staring at me right now. “I’m so glad you decided to leave me valentines on my door.”
It’s slow at first, the smile that blossoms on his face, gradually growing until his eyes crease with happiness. “Me too.” Leaning down, he captures my lips in a kiss. Tender. Gentle. Loving. “Me too.”