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REMY

I leave the trailer, my skin buzzing with electricity from hours of circling Eden like a shark. The night air hits my face, cooling the fever that’s been building all day. My muscles ache from the constant tension of staying out of her reach, watching her eyes track my every move.

I pull the white mask from my jacket pocket, running my thumb over the black detailing. The smooth surface reminds me of Eden’s polished exterior—pristine on the outside but hiding so many secrets underneath.

The carnival grounds stretch empty before me, rides still and silent under the stars. My boots crunch on the gravel as I pace, trying to burn off the energy crackling under my skin. Hours of watching her squirm, hearing her breath catch whenever I moved close—it’s left me wound tight as a spring.

I’ve been patient and calculated in every move. The mask was just another piece, carefully chosen to match the fantasies I found in her journal. She thinks she knows me and has me all figured out from her careful observations, but she knows nothing about the monster that lurks within. The perversity I hide and her fantasies? They’re my fantasies, too.

The trailer door creaks in front of me against the wind. I know she’s waiting, probably lying on her mattress pretending to sleep where I left her. My stalker is desperate for my attention; now she has all of it.

I pull the full white face mask over my face, letting the weight settle against my skin. All that will be visible to her is my eyes. My fingers brush over the blunted blade in my pocket—a prop chosen for tonight’s performance.

The metal steps of the trailer creak under my boots as I ascend. Inside, the air feels thick with anticipation. Eden’s breathing changes the moment I enter—faster and shallower.

I move like a shadow through the darkness, letting her anticipation build. The soft whimper that escapes her lips alerts me that she’s noticed I’m wearing a mask. Good. Let her mind race with possibilities.

The mask transforms me, awakening a long-dormant depravity that I know she’ll embrace. Eden’s eyes widen as I stalk toward her in silence. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her gaze darting between me and the door.

She scrambles backward on the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets. I remain still, watching, waiting. The moment stretches like a rubber band about to snap.

Eden bolts. She launches herself off the mattress on the floor, making a desperate dash for the bathroom. My hand shoots out, catching the back of her neck. Her skin is hot under my palm as I drag her back to me, her feet stumbling beneath her.

I tear my shirt from her body and throw her onto the bed. The mattress creaks as she bounces once, twice. A small sound escapes her throat—half fear, half adrenaline rush, neither of which will save her.

Her hair fans out across my pillow, dark against the white cotton. I tower over her, silent.

I plant one knee on the mattress beside her hip, letting my weight pin her in place. My hand finds her throat, thumb applying just enough pressure to remind her who’s in control.

I watch her squirm, enjoying the way her pulse races under my grasp.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Let me go.”

The fear in her eyes only feeds my hunger. My fingers tighten, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her of her position.

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Just—please.” Her words catch as tears well up. She tugs weakly at my wrist, her small hands wrapping around mine.

I lean closer, letting the mask brush against her cheek. Her whole body shudders at the contact. The scent of her fear mingles with—arousal. Even now, while she’s begging for mercy, her body betrays her.

“I’ll do anything,” she pleads, her hips shifting. “Just let me leave.”

I tighten my grip on her throat, feeling her pulse flutter. My other hand slides down, tracing the curve of her jaw, then lower to her breasts. She’s like a trapped bird, searching desperately for an escape route.

“You don’t get to make demands.” My voice is little more than a growl behind the mask. “Shut the fuck up.”

Her eyes dart wildly, searching for an escape. I push her thighs apart with my knee, and she tries to close her legs to protect herself. The moment my hand touches her cunt through her panties, she’s liquid. Grabbing the fabric with one hand, I tear it apart.

“Oh, you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” I growl, grinding my knee between her legs. “Getting off on being manhandled and not knowing what’s going to happen next.”

Her breath hitches as my fingers delve insider her.

“Please,” she whimpers. Her hands tug at mine, but she’s not trying to pull them away.

“You like that, don’t you? Begging does nothing for you.” I lean closer, pressing the knife against her throat.

She freezes, her eyes wide.

“But you’ve imagined this, haven’t you?” I taunt, twisting my fingers inside her. “Fantasized about what it would be like to be at some insane criminal’s mercy. This was always the way it was going to end, baby. With you begging, pleading, wet for me.”

Her mouth opens, and a broken sound escapes.

My dick throbs as her hips buck beneath me, desperate to get away and, at the same time, pulling me closer. I see the moment she breaks, her eyes going glassy, her mouth falling open.

“Fuck, you filthy slut,” I snarl, yanking her thighs further apart with a rough grip. “Such a fucking tease. You’ve been begging for this ever since you saw me.”

Her breath catches as I line up, my cock pulsing with anticipation. I’d planned on taking my time, making this last, but the way her body arches beneath me, offering herself up, sends me over the edge. In a rush, I unzip my jeans and free my cock, before slamming inside her.

The tightness that envelops me is heaven. Her head falls back, her mouth forming a perfect “O” of surprise and pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” I grind out, my hips snapping forward with enough force to push her slender frame up the mattress. “You like being manhandled, fucked hard and rough. Admit it.”

Her eyes snap open, but before speaking, her body betrays her. She comes, her pussy clenching around me in waves. I feel her slickness coat my thighs and hear her cry out, half-ashamed, half-drunk on ecstasy.

“You’re a fucking dirty little slut,” I growl, my voice rough as I pull out almost all the way, only to slam back into her. “Your cunt came so fucking fast the moment my cock was inside you. Goddamn it, Eden. So fucking filthy.”

“No,” she gasps. “Stop, please. You’re wrong.”

Her hands push weakly at my shoulders, her body writhing beneath me. I smirk, driving into her again. So predictable. She wants this, fantasizes about this, but still denies it. That denial only makes it hotter and makes me feel feral.

“Lie to me all you want. Your body’s telling me the truth.” I pull out and thrust back in, my hand tightening around her throat. “Even after your little performance, you’re soaking wet.”

She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge my hand from her throat, but I’m too strong. I watch as she squirms, realizing she can’t escape.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Remy, please.”

Hearing my name on her lips like that, desperate, sends a rush of adrenaline through me.

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, my other still wrapped around her throat. She’s mine now, completely at my mercy, and I love it—the fear and desire shimmering in her eyes.

I snap my hips forward, loving how her entire body jolts at the impact. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, her cries of pain and pleasure mingling.

“Such a fucking slut, enjoying getting taken against your will. Bet you’ve fantasized constantly since I kidnapped you about being held down and taken hard. You can’t deny it now.” My voice is harsh. “You dirty little stalker.”

“No,” she gasps again, trying to pull her wrists from my grip as I pound into her. “It’s not true. Please, Remy, you have to stop?—”

Her body shudders under mine. How her cunt grips my cock—she can deny it all she wants, but her body’s begging for more.

“How long?” I pant, my hips moving faster, taking her harder. “How long have you been dreaming of this? Of being trapped, of not having a choice?”

She doesn’t answer, biting her lip to hold back her moans, but it’s futile. Her body betrays her again, instinctually moving her hips with me The tight squeeze of her pussy drives me wild.

Her eyes are locked on mine, fear and a desperate hunger to be owned glistening. She’s still pretending, even now, insisting this isn’t what she wants, but I have her now, and she can’t hide from me anymore.

“Say it.” I thrust forward, burying myself deep. “Admit what you’ve been fantasizing about all this time.”

Eden writhes beneath me, her wrists trapped in my iron grip. She doesn’t speak, staring, her eyes roaming over the mask that hides my face.

That mask has been my disguise, but it’s also been hers. It gives her permission to pretend, to play the part of the frightened victim while her body responds, my wanton slut.

I tighten my hold on her wrists, taking her exactly how I know she wants it. Consensual nonconsent has always been something I’ve wanted to try, and it feels like Eden just fell from fucking heaven for me. So. Fucking. Perfect.

“I—” She swallows, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Her voice cracks. She can’t bring herself to admit the truth or break our role play because admitting it would mean shattering the fantasy.

“Lie to me again.” I grin. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I push inside her, loving the way her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open on a moan.

“Fuck, your little cunt’s so greedy.” I thrust deep, my hips slapping against the back of her thighs. “Bet it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked properly, hasn’t it?”

Eden bucks her hips, trying to meet my rhythm, her body surging against mine in a frantic dance. I squeeze her wrists, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips.

“I’m going to breed your tight little cunt. Fill it with my cum.” I drag my cock out slowly, watching her pussy cling to every inch. “I’m going to do it again and again until you admit what a dirty little slut you are for wanting to be raped.”

Her eyes snap open, the truth landing like a blow.

“No,” she whispers. “No, that’s not—that’s not it.”

“Liar.” I lean forward, staring into her eyes through the holes in the mask. “It’s okay. I get it. You want me to think you’re scared, but it’s just an act, right? Deep down, you’re a little freak who loves being taken by force.”

She shakes her head again. Her body responds despite her false protests. She’s so damn wet, soaking my thighs.

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” I tease, nuzzling her neck. “Want to be good for me? Take my cock and come.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes, please.”

“That’s it.” I pull all the way out and slam. Back in, bending her further to my will. “Take my cock, baby. Fuck me back.”

Her hips move with mine, timidly at first, then with growing urgency. Her breath comes in short gasps as she falls into a rhythm with me.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Take every inch.”

With each thrust, I drive her deeper into the mattress, relishing the way she groans.

“Harder,” she pants, surprising herself as much as she surprises me. “Please, Remy, fuck me harder.”

I give her what she wants, pounding into her with abandon. The bed groans, the headboard hitting the trailer wall with each thrust. Her cries echo off the metal walls. I release her wrist and cover her mouth with one hand, muffling her screams as I bury myself inside her again and again.

“You like that, don’t you?” I grunt, pulling out almost all the way, then driving back into her tight cunt. “Like it rough. Like being held down, my hands on your throat, my cock pounding into your tight little cunt.” I release her mouth and palm her perfect tit in one hand, thumb brushing her erect nipple, while the other remains around her throat.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin now I’m no longer restraining her wrists. “Yes, fuck me. Harder, Remy, please. Harder.”

I give her what she craves, each thrust punishing, relentless. My hands are bruising her soft skin, but she doesn’t want gentle, sweet love making. She craves the edge, the danger, the fantasy made real.

The sound of our sex fills the trailer. I feel the coil in my stomach, that delicious tension building. My balls tighten, ready to explode.

“Close,” I grit out, my thrusts becoming frenzied. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Eden moans beneath me, her back arching, lifting her hips to meet each punishing thrust. The scent of her arousal and our sweat-covered bodies fills my nostrils.

“Come for me, baby,” I groan. “Come on my cock.”

She cries out, her body convulsing around me. I feel her slickness coat my thighs as she comes, gripping my cock, her breasts heaving as she sobs with the force of her orgasm.

“Damn, you’re perfect,” I praise, thrusting relentlessly through her climax. “Take every fucking inch.”

With a final, punishing thrust, I explode inside her. She cries out again as I fill her, her body trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm. My hips stutter, buried deep inside her as I ride out my release.

“There,” I pant, burying my face in her neck. “That’s what you’ve been wanting. To be taken by force. To be fucked hard by a masked stranger. Isn’t that right, Eden?”

She lies beneath me, her body glistening with sweat. Her eyes remain closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I pull out slowly, hating the loss of connection.

She whimpers, opening her eyes to meet mine. Her gaze is filled with shame, confusion, and longing. The fantasy collides with reality, and she can’t process it all.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I ask, stroking her cheek. “Being dominated, forced to take my cock.”

Eden bites her lip, unable to meet my eyes. “Yes,” she whispers finally. “But it’s not—I don’t understand why.”

I pull her into my arms, holding her trembling body close. “It’s okay,” I murmur into her hair, smoothing it from her face.

“Time for sleep.” I release her and stand, removing the mask. “Get on your mattress.”

Eden hesitates, her eyes darting between me and the mattress on the floor.

I arch an eyebrow, waiting.

She slowly moves, wrapping her arms around herself as she settles onto the makeshift bed. I watch her pull the blanket around her shoulders, her green eyes watching me warily. I turn off the light, leaving only the faint glow from outside filtering through the window. The springs of my bed creak as I lie down, keeping my back to her.

The silence stretches between us, broken only by her uneven breathing. I close my eyes, listening to her every small movement as she tries to get comfortable on the floor.

“Remy?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Go to sleep, Eden.” My voice is firm but not harsh. She falls quiet, and gradually, her breathing evens out.

I remain awake, alert to any sound of movement. She’s mine now, and I intend to keep her, but first, I need to break my stalker and see what darkness lies within.