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And I do. I come, hard, with his chest surging beneath me for a breath that I refuse to give him. I put my orgasm above his most basic necessity.
I’m an asshole.
I sit up on my knees, and he gasps for air. His mouth and chin glisten with my come.
“My turn,” he says as he rolls me off him.
“I’m not sucking your dick,” I remind him.
“Your mouth isn’t where I want to put my cock.”
He climbs off the bed and grabs his mask. He wipes his face on the back of his arm before slipping the plastic over his face. Chills wash across me. There’s a fear I didn’t expect as he dons that mask. It was different when he was chained up. Now he’s free and can be as dangerous as he desires.
I sit up, curling my legs beneath me as I lean over the bed. “Get down on the ground and crawl to me.”
“Really?” he asks with a hesitant shake of his head.
“If you want to get inside me, dog, you’ll get on the floor and crawl to me.”
He blinks at me through the holes in the mask, and I’m not sure he’ll do as I asked. Then his knees come out from beneath him, and he lands on them. His hands drop to the floor, and he moves each limb individually as he fucking crawls to me. Hand over hand. Knee over knee.
A low growl vibrates off the mask as he ends up beneath me, his eyes rising to mine as he gets to his feet and wraps his fingers around my throat. His hands roughly spread my legs, and when I reach for the mask, he pins both my wrists above my head. The power dynamic has shifted again, and that familiar fear returns as he crawls over me, putting my back to the mattress.
“Face your fears, karma. The man behind this mask is a monstrosity, but he’s not your monster.”
He pushes inside me, and a groan follows my frustrated exhale. He looks like a monster, and I don’t like losing my power to a wild animal cloaked in human skin as he takes what he wants. But he’s also giving me what I want. What I need. It’s been so long since I felt such carnal pleasures without harsh words for pillow talk.
So I lean into my fear, wrapping him up in my legs and pulling him closer to me. His hips grind on mine, and I feel so fucking helpless to his onslaught.
“Fuck!” I scream. For some fucked-up reason, this man does something otherworldly to me and my body. Especially those fucking piercings. I’veneverfelt such a thing.
His thrusts slow, as if he’s trying to hold out. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers.
I take in the features of his mask before I close my eyes and bask in the movement of his hips. I want to rip the plastic off and make him kiss me, but I’m pinned and helpless beneath him. I’ve been forced to hand my power to him, and I hate to say that I like the familiarity.
“I’m going to come, karma,” he groans, and his hips stutter against mine.
I’m helpless to stop the monster from filling me. But who’s more of the monster? The one between my legs or the man I’ve been living with all along?
Not all masks are plastic.
Isent Allister to the hardware store for lime while I moved Sam’s body outside. I’ve never had to clean up a body because the Exodus has always taken care of it, but I’ve seen them dissolve the bodies until they were unrecognizable, so that’s what I’m going to try. The lime doesn’t dissolve anything, but it will keep the smell down and the scavengers away while Mother Nature does her thing.
I also tasked Allister with picking up a cat litter box and rabbit food for Petey because I can almost guarantee the Exodus members are waiting for me at my apartment. I told her not to go near that place again. Her little game of captivity put me on their radar. I’m now considered their enemy.
I bring the body as far into the woods behind their house as I can, then start digging a grave. Allister shows up a while later, with two bags of lime in each of her hands. I grab them from her and kick his body into the grave before covering him with lime and soil.
When I look back and see her staring at the hole, I feel a moment of guilt. She looks almost...sad. Unfortunately, he sealed his fate the moment I saw him hit her. His threat to my boy just brought swifter justice.
She keeps her eyes locked on the covered grave. “Do you think his spirit will find out I came on your dick before he even died?”
“He’s dead, and you’re worried about a little infidelity?”
“I don’t know. I wish I felt worse about everything.”
“Well, he treated you like shit.” I step into her and rub my thumb along the bruises on her face. “He deserved death the first time he put one of these on you.”
“High moral ground for a killer,” she clips, and a smirk crosses her face.
