Page 5 of Taken By Taurus

“You are as beautiful as I expected. But have you changed your mind, now you’ve seen me?” he asks. The insecurity in his voice shocks me, especially in a man so obviously built. Maybe he’s really ugly under that mask.

“No! No! I…” I put out a hand on his shoulder. It’s rock hard, and my hand lingers. “You obviously have an incredible body, and you smell…” I swallow. “Reeaaallly good.” He steps closer and moves my hand to his pecs.

“I’m glad you enjoy my body,” he purrs. He puts his hands on my hips. His delicious scent envelops me, and my stomach swoops again. It’s been doing that a lot in the past 24 hours. Maybe I should get it checked out. He leans down and sniffs my neck. “You smell good enough to eat.”

A breathy, nervous laugh comes out of me. I’ve legitimately never made a sound like that before in my life. Guess I am getting good at pretending to be someone else.

“You are…” I swallow and take a breath. His chest is hot under my hand and it’s hard to think straight. “You are very good at this job. Really. Ten out of ten.” I smack one of his pecs. It bounces. My hand rests on it again. My hand seems to want to be there, so I leave it.

“You have well and truly convinced me I’m attractive. And if you need to do your strip show or whatever, then let’s get it out of the way so I can see my friends. Prank over.”

“You think I have been hired for your pleasure,” he says. His voice is teasing. “How amusing. Will you still think it’s a prank when I have filled you with my seed I wonder? Because I have you all night, and I intend to do it…” His voice drops to a purr. “…over and over again.”

I freeze. He doesn’t sound like a hired stripper. He takes my wrist and slides my hand down his chest, and keeps going to his abs. “If I were hired, would I have such a reaction to you, Kate?” He rolls my name on his tongue, and it sounds somehow obscene in his mouth, while he drags my hand slowly down that delicious v below his stomach.

Tingles erupt all over my body, and all the moisture leaves my mouth while new wetness emerges between my legs. Oh my.

He undoes his drawstring with one hand and his pants drop, revealing a rock hard, truly enormous cock. I gasp, and would step back, if he didn’t still have a hold of my wrist. He places my hand on his cock and grunts with satisfaction. “I believe you’ll find you’re the one who’s been hired for this evening, my little virgin. Did you not wonder why you were paid such a price for your maidenhead?”

If I were in my right mind, I’d say nobody had called me ‘little’ since I was ten years old. But I simply stare at his cock. I’m a nurse, and I’ve seen cocks before. This is the biggest I’ve ever seen.

While I stare, my core clenches and floods with new wetness, my body reacting while my brain catches up.

His breath is hot and sweet on my cheek all this while, coming directly from the mouth of the bull. I look up. His eyes are soft and brown, looking out from the bull’s head. It looks real. It feels real. But there’s no way that cock could be real.

So I do the smart thing. I turn and run.

Chapter five

The Fantasy

I’m hunched up against the hedge on the side of the maze when Kent finds me. I’m in shock, I think, staring at my phone, at my bank balance. There’s still no reception, but the balance is visible from when it last connected. I’m up five million dollars. The contract is real.

My mask lies discarded on the ground beside me. I’m not in the mood for playing masquerade right now.

“Hey there,” he says, and draws me up from the ground. I flick my screen off so he can’t see it. He puts his arms around me, then pulls back. “What happened, little lady?”

“I…” I stare at him as he rubs my arms. For one of the first times in my life, words fail me. I’ve felt like screaming or crying in the past few minutes, but I absurdly don’t want to ruin my makeup.

I’m glad about it now. It’s easier to take a breath and pull myself together when I know mascara isn’t running down my face. I’m sure as hell not confessing to my favorite country star that I signed my virginity away.

And Kent is easier to deal with compared to the naked man with the freaky mask and the giant cock I was facing a few minutes ago. I pull myself together and take a deep breath, stepping back from him.

He looks down at my chest again. Irritation rises in me, before I understand why.

A million women would kill to be in my position. But he just found me freaked on the floor. It’s really not the right time to be looking at my tits.

My irritation snaps me out of my shock. “I got claustrophobic,” I say. “I’d prefer to get out of here.”

“Sure thing,” he says, and he takes my hand as we walk. His guitar is slung over his other arm. He looks over at me. “That sure is a nice dress,” he drawls. His thumb swirls patterns on my wrist and he shoots me a side-eyed look with that half smile of his.

I’ve spent too long as the sharp-tongued protective friend not to pick up on the red flags of a guy who’s got one thing on his mind. It’s almost instinctive when I drop his hand and say, “For someone who’s won awards for lyrics, you really don’t do well with impromptu pickup lines.”

He looks taken aback. And annoyed. I guess he’s not used to his fans heckling him when he’s trying to pick them up.

“Sorry,” I mutter. I don’t want to look at him anymore, so I don’t. The sky is reddening from the setting sun, and the path ahead through the maze is empty. “I just want to get out of here. It’s been a rough night and I need to get home to cancel a contract.”

I expect him to fall quiet and sullen. Or call me a bitch. That’s what I’m used to. But I guess he’s not used to taking no for an answer. He grabs my hand, pulls me towards him, steps in with a hand on my face, and kisses me. “Maybe you just need to relax, sweetheart,” he says. His other hand grabs my ass.