Chapter 13
NASH
The house feels smaller tonight, like the walls are closing in on a trap I’ve set for myself. Every second since I left her last night has been a spiral into madness.
Blair. Her name echoes in my skull like a curse, a prayer, and an obsession that consumes everything else.
I pace the safe room, replaying it…the way she clenched around me, begged for more, then how she admitted she was a virgin.
My pretty little virgin. Taken by me in the mask, claimed without her even knowing who I am.
Her father would destroy me for this—hell, I should destroy myself if I could stop. But I can’t, and the derangement only seems to grow, like a fever in my blood. I need her again. Need to bury myself in her until there’s nothing left of me but raw, brutal possession.
By the time midnight rolls around again, and I’m donning my mask, my cock half-hard just thinking about her naked and waiting.
At the top of the stairs, a sliver of satisfaction weaves through me at the sight of the open door.
I pause for a moment, breathing in the calm stillness of this time of night.
The calm before I unleash the chaos. I step into the room, and there she is, spread out like a sacrifice, naked and perfect.
I take a moment to marvel at the way her skin glows, her full tits with nipples already peaked, the dip of her waist, the soft mound between her thighs glistening faintly. She’s asleep, or pretending to be, her chest rising evenly.
I strip off my shirt, jeans, and everything but the mask.
My cock springs free, heavy and throbbing with need.
I climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping, and she stirs but doesn’t wake.
Good girl. I run a hand up her thigh, feeling the tremor and the heat of her body.
She’s slick already, her folds parting under my fingers.
One dip inside, and she’s soaking, clenching like she missed me.
I can’t wait. I flip her roughly onto her stomach, and she gasps awake, but before she can speak, I pin her hips down with my hands.
“Shh,” I growl through the mask. “You wanted more. You’re getting it.”
She moans, arching her back instinctively, lifting her ass toward me.
Fuck, the sight of her like this with her curves exposed and pussy glistening in the moonlight, drives me insane.
I position myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance.
She’s so ready; I have to grit my teeth as I thrust in slowly, savoring every inch as she stretches tightly around me.
She cries out, but I hold still for a moment, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around me.
Then I start to move in long, slow drags out, then hard slams back in.
Each thrust shakes her body, her ass rippling against my hips.
I grip her waist, pulling her back onto me, setting a rhythm that’s deliberately punishing. Slow out, hard in. Again and again.
She comes fast. Her walls flutter, then clamp down hard, a broken moan spilling from her lips.
“Oh, God—yes—”
I don’t stop, just grind deeper through her orgasm, feeling her flood around me. All it does is spike the obsession, and I want her ruined and unable to think of anything but this.
I lean over her with my chest against her back and the mask brushing her hair.
I slide my hands under to cup her tits, pinching her nipples as I thrust. They’re perfect, soft and full, her nipples hard like diamonds under my fingers.
She bucks back against me, meeting my rhythm with a new wave of desperation.
“More,” she whimpers. “Harder…please.”
I oblige. Of course I do. The pace builds in long, slow pulls that tease her, then hard, deep slams that make her gasp.
Her moans grow louder, and I can feel her climbing again, her body tensing around me, so I reach around to find her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
She shatters, the second orgasm ripping through her, her walls milking me so tight I almost come.
But I hold back, gritting my teeth behind the mask. Not yet.
She’s trembling now, whimpering desperately into the pillow, but I don’t let up.
I grip her hips harder and pull them higher, angling her exactly how I want her, driving deeper with every brutal thrust. Each stroke hits that perfect spot inside her that makes her cry out, her voice breaking into shattered moans.
“You’re mine, Blair,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough with obsession. “Every night. Every inch.”
She nods frantically, pushing back onto my cock with desperate eagerness in a rhythm that drives me closer to madness.
I can’t get enough of the way her back arches so beautifully, the way her pussy clenches and flutters around me, the indecent sound of her wetness every time I slam home.
She is everything. Soft and tight and utterly ruined for anyone but me.
I fuck her through her third orgasm, her cries muffled in the sheets as her walls clamp down on me like a vice, pulsing and milking my cock. She’s spent, shaking, barely able to hold herself up, but I keep going, drawing it out until a fourth, smaller but devastating orgasm crashes through her.
Her whole body seizes, her thighs quivering violently as she sobs, “Please — I can’t.”
Only then do I let her collapse forward onto the bed.
I pull out slowly, savoring the way her pussy clenches greedily at the loss, trying to keep me inside her.
She’s a beautiful wreck with her hair tangled and her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
I flip her onto her back with gentle hands, and she looks up at me with hazy, sated eyes, her chest heaving.
I settle between her spread thighs, lining myself up at her entrance once more. “One more,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. “I need to come inside you.”
She whimpers softly but nods, wrapping her legs around my waist as I slowly push back in.
The feeling of her soaked, fluttering heat surrounding me is almost too much.
I fuck her with long, certain strokes, watching every flicker of pleasure and exhaustion cross her face.
My hand slides between us, finding her oversensitive clit.
Her eyes flutter, a broken moan spilling from her lips as another wave builds inside her. I lean down, my mask brushing her cheek, and whisper against her ear, “Come with me, Blair. Let me feel you one last time.”
She shatters again with a soft cry, her walls pulsing tightly around my cock.
The sensation drags me over the edge with her, and I thrust deep and hold myself there, groaning loudly as my orgasm crashes through me.
Thick, hot pulses of come spill inside her, filling her completely as I grind against her, marking her from the inside out.
The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming in wave after wave until I’m shaking above her.
I stay inside her long after, breathing hard against her neck, unwilling to let go of this moment. She is mine. Completely. Irrevocably.
But I’m not done.