Page 66 of Eye Candy

This wasn’t making love. This was a hard, rough fuck, my Devil reminding me that I belonged to him. The bed shook beneath me, every muscle in my body threatening to lose it as that thick cock speared me from behind. He fucked me like an animal, hard, jerky movements, the opposite of gentle, and I loved it.

God, I really loved it.

The pleasure inside me grew and grew until it became too unbearable, until the floodgates had to let go. An orgasm took hold of me, choking me as it grabbed hold of me and refusedto let go. I cried out loudly, unable to contain myself, my pussy walls shuddering and clamping around his cock as he continued to fuck me from behind.

He must’ve felt it, because right after that, he groaned, the deep, guttural sound like music to my ears. My Devil worked even harder after that, so hard I thought the bed I was bent over might break. He fucked me like he needed my pussy to survive, like I was everything he so desperately needed in this world. He was my devil of darkness, and I was his fascination, his light.

His body lurched forward soon after that, his cock twitching inside me as he growled out another muffled noise. His muscular frame came down on me with short, quick thrusts of his cock in my core as he emptied himself inside of me, his seed filling me up to the brink and then some.

My head was spinning so much, it didn’t even occur to me that neither of us had stopped to use protection. It was a damn good thing I’d gotten on birth control then, huh?

My Devil didn’t linger. He pulled out of me, and I heard him hurriedly putting himself away. I was slow in propping myself up, my arms still very much weak after that, but I managed to turn around just in time to see my Devil rushing to the door, like he had to get out of here as quickly as he could. I had no idea why.

“Wait!” I called out to him, wanting to stop him, wanting to tear that mask off his face, finally, and see who he was. Looking upon him without that mask between us, I wanted nothing more.

But I couldn’t stop him, because by the time I’d fixed my leggings and grabbed my jacket, he was already gone.

I flew down the steps, having a one-track mind as I tried to chase after him. I didn’t see him on the stairs or in the hall of the house, so I raced outside, onto the front porch. A quick glance around told me he was gone. Maybe he’d taken the back door.

Turning toward the group hanging on the front porch, I asked, out of breath, “Did you see a guy in a devil mask run past?”

I was answered with various negatives and a few shakes of heads. Goddamn it.

I walked down the few steps of the porch, my feet landing on the grass. I walked until I reached the sidewalk, and then I spun around, hoping I’d see him somewhere. When I was certain I didn’t see him either way, I turned toward the house, the party inside still in full swing. He couldn’t be hiding out inside, could he?

Hmm. I supposed I could go searching room by room, but that would take a lot of time, and I’d probably see a lot of things I’d regret. And, by the time I searched the house top to bottom, he’d be even further away.

No. He was gone. My Devil had come, fucked me, and then promptly left me. He’d taken me in a way he’d never taken me before.

Why now? Why not then? I would’ve given myself to him if that’s what he’d wanted. We’d had two years together, where we could’ve fully drowned ourselves in the other. Why wait until now to make me his?

Goddamn it. I really thought… I thought I’d be able to find him, to talk to him. I wanted nothing more than to see his face. It wouldn’t even matter who he was. If he was ugly, if he was scarred. It wouldn’t change the way I felt.

But he was nowhere to be seen, and I stood there on the sidewalk, in the darkness, all by myself, feeling suddenly so very lonely.

I swallowed, looking down at my feet. Going back in that house, finding Kelly… I’d only have to dance around what had really happened. I couldn’t tell her that my kidnapper had found his way to me once again, that he’d been ready to kill Jeb all because he’d been on top of me. Honestly, going in there was the last thing I wanted to do.

I… I just wanted to go home.

The wind swirled around me, caressing my face as it told me it was okay to leave. I pulled out my phone and messaged Kelly, telling her I wasn’t feeling well and that I was having someone pick me up. She didn’t respond; I doubted she’d see it until I was already gone.

My fingers found Kieran’s name, like I was about to call him. Stupid me. It physically pained me to scroll until I found someone else’s name… the name of a man who might’ve been ignoring me lately, but with any luck, he’d see me calling him and answer. And if he was sleeping, well, then I guess I’d have to call Fang.

One or the other would come get me.

Mike didn’t pick up, so I left him a message. “Hey. It’s me. Obviously. Um, I might’ve done something that you’re probably going to yell at me for. I slipped out of the house and went to a party with Kelly, but I’m ready to go home now.” I had to look on the map app to see where I was and relayed the address into the message, and then I hung up.

I’d give him ten minutes to call me back, and if I didn’t hear from him by then I’d call Fang.

I was too busy staring at my phone, willing it to ring, that I didn’t pay attention to the street or any cars on it. And that’s why I didn’t hear a car pull up, why it didn’t occur to me to run when a group of men came at me.

I mean, I wasn’t even fifty feet away from the house and the party. Everyone who was hanging on the front porch saw… but it didn’t matter, because within seconds, they slid open the door to their creepy, windowless van and jumped out. A black slip was pulled down over my head, and multiple hands went to grab me. Someone stole my phone out of my hand, and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged to the van and thrown in.

It was all so sudden, I didn’t start fighting them until I was already in the van. Yeah, yeah. Stupid.

“Who are you?” I asked, flailing my arms and legs about as the men tried to hold me down. The sack on my head was thick, so I couldn’t see shit. The only thing I could see was a wall of black, which made the touch of their hands so much more intense. “What do you want? I—”

Something sharp pricked me in the neck, a needle, if I had to guess.

“Should’ve just stuck her with that to begin with,” I heard one of the men say. The voice wasn’t muffled, and that led me to think these guys were not linked to my Devil. As my body grew weak and my thoughts hazy, I knew these assholes were connected to the gunman at the press conference.

Eventually, the guys no longer had to hold me down on the floor of the van, my muscles becoming weaker as the seconds ticked by. I blinked beneath the sack, struggling to remain conscious, but even that became a chore soon enough.

Getting kidnapped a second time, you’d think I’d be more used to it, to the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness, but I wasn’t. It was only as my mind drifted off to the sweet embrace of oblivion that I surrendered to the darkness and let cold, vicious thoughts take over.

I wish I had a knife, because I want to kill these mother—

My world went black.