Page 11 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I t’s been two days since Sean emailed demanding to know who I was or to meet up. My focus has been shit, and I desperately need to get my work done. I’m so frustrated with myself. I thought I’d have a peaceful week at home, and instead, I fucked it all up with my weird behavior.

He hasn’t been online either, and his direct messages are swarming with messages from subscribers asking if he’s ok or if he will post again soon. His mind is occupied as well, and not in a good way. I’ve debated whether I should reach out, either as Evie or myself.

Unfortunately, I just can’t bring myself to do it.

Instead, I email him back with a meeting spot for Friday evening.

I never meant to hurt him or make him uncomfortable.

I’ll tell him it was only a joke, and maybe he won’t be upset with me.

It should, at the very least, give him some peace.

I can always keep following him and message as Evie if he still wants to talk.

I sit back in my chair and take a deep breath. My anxiety is building up quickly, our meeting is only two days away. The only thing I’m dreading is knowing that after Friday, Sean will hate me forever. Good luck explaining that to my family at the next get together.

Whatever, after this summer, trips home will be scarce anyway.

It’s finally Friday night, and my plan is to go to the Hotel Lincoln that’s right across the street from our meeting spot. They have a nice rooftop bar where I can go and have a quick drink. I order an Uber from home and then walk down the street to meet my ride.

I brought my backpack that’s filled with my things and so I can hide the mask I stole from Sean. The ride only takes 20 minutes, and my stomach keeps doing flips. I feel nauseous, but it’s just my anxiety and nerves acting up.

I feel like throwing up by the time we arrive at the hotel. The front lobby is busy as I walk towards the elevator that will bring me up to the bar. I look around nervously, and pray that Sean isn’t here waiting for me, or someone else. Of course, he wouldn’t be here, but you can never be too sure.

I’ve thought endlessly about what I’m going to say when he shows up, but I’m at a loss for words. The only thing I can think of is to say I’m sorry, which I really am. This unhealthy obsession with him has completely clouded my judgment and might ruin my future.

What if he wants to call the cops on me? What would I say then? Nothing. I broke into his home and stole something from him. Well, that along with virtually and physically stalking him. Ugh, I’m fucked.

I order a margarita with Patron and down the first drink as soon as it’s brought to me. The sweetness mixed with the tequila sours my stomach further, but I don’t care. I’m enjoying the warmth it provides.

It’s 9:30 p.m. so I pay my tab and head over to the Nature Boardwalk that leads to the Honeycomb. My heart is pounding so fast and loud that it’s all I hear in my ears as I walk. I keep my hood up, so if Sean is around waiting or watching, he won’t be able to tell it’s me, yet.

My plan is to get to the Honeycomb and hide in the tunnel that’s next to it and wait. Luckily, Lincoln Park Zoo and its grounds are familiar to me. It was my favorite place to go as a kid, and since it’s free, we would go often.

As I walk over, the unique structure comes into view. It’s dark, but the golden honeycomb design stands out against the beautiful Chicago skyline. I check my phone and it’s 9:53 p.m., so I walk faster to make it to the tunnel before ten.

As I’m walking on the boardwalk, I peek towards the Honeycomb and don’t see anyone waiting. I bolt around it and make it to the tunnel, dropping my backpack, and taking out the mask. I put it on and pull my hood up again. Luckily, I wore my contacts today so I could see out of the mask properly.

It’s now 9:58 p.m., and there is a big, dark figure walking towards the structure, but I wait in silence. There’s still time for me to chicken out and leave. I left myself an exit to take if I couldn’t go through with this.

My hands are shaking, and the palms of my hands are sweaty as I check my phone again. There’s a new email that just came in:

*Sean: I’m here. Show yourself.*

Steeling my heart from utter rejection, I slowly walk towards the tall figure cloaked in darkness.

I walk softly so my footsteps don’t make a noise as I approach.

His back is to me as I walk up to the Honeycomb and lean against the side of the tall structure.

After a tense moment, he finally turns around.

Fuck. He’s wearing a mask too. Ghostface. Smart, but it also means he’s not sure who is messing with him.

His breathing deepens, and he cocks his head to the side, almost as if he is confused. I take a step back as he takes one forward. Before I can turn around to run away, he closes the space between us and wraps his hand around my throat.

I’m like a deer in headlights. My eyes are wide with fear and my body is trembling. I only hear his deep breathing through his mask and my heart pounding in my ears, but I make no move to remove his hand from my throat. His grip isn’t tight, just enough to keep me from running.

“If you want to run so bad, I’ll give you that chance. But don’t let me catch you, princess.” His deep voice rumbles through the mask, but what startles me the most is that he used ‘princess.’

That’s what he’s been calling me lately. Does he know it’s me? Fuck it, I don’t care if he does. I want to get the fuck out of here before he changes his mind.

As he loosens his grip, I back away and bolt around the structure, not looking back.

The mask is bouncing on my face, making it hard to see what’s around me.

I know he’s close behind as he chases me down the boardwalk.

I got turned around and disoriented in the dark, but I finally ran towards the tunnel I had planned to use as my getaway.

I hear feet pounding on the pavement behind me, but I don’t dare turn around. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and shivers run down my body. The adrenaline rush I’m feeling at the moment is intense and I swear I can feel him reach out to grab me before he even makes contact.

My hood is pulled back, and I lose my footing, causing my body to fall backwards. His arms wrap around my neck and across my chest, holding me tight against him. I let out a yelp in surprise, but his chest vibrates as he laughs.

“No use in screaming, princess. You’re all mine now,” he growls into my right ear. Again, I stiffen at the use of the nickname he gave me when we last saw each other. My breath slows down. His arm isn’t tight around my neck, so I relax a bit.

His hard dick is pressing up against my lower back, or wait, is it his belt?

Was he even wearing one? I don’t know why I’m thinking about his dick at the moment when I should be utterly terrified, but he seems to be enjoying this experience—as am I.

I’m lying if I say my panties aren’t completely ruined.

“When I let you go, don’t scream. And get on your knees.

I won’t ask again.” His grip against me tightens before letting go, warning me of what he would be capable of if I didn’t listen to his instructions.

A part of me wants to scream, but the other part—the crazy one—has me keeping my fucking mouth shut and falling to my knees like he asked.

He walks around to face me, his mask is still on, and my eyes drop to his crotch area, and just as I suspected, no belt.

I lick my lips. Okay, I don’t know whether going out for a couple of drinks before this to calm my nerves was a good or bad idea, but I’m ready for anything that happens from this point forward.

Wow, my mind is more twisted than I thought it was.

Sean’s dark figure towers over me, and he’s wearing nothing but black. I don’t know why, but it makes me even more excited. I’ve always dreamed about a situation like this, but figured it would never happen.

It’s like a scene from the dark romance books I love to read. Without saying a word, he takes a step closer to me and pulls the top part of my hair, forcing my head to snap back and look up at his masked face.

“Hands behind your back,” he whispers. As I reach behind my back and clasp my hands together, he tears my mask off and tosses it to the side. He doesn’t seem surprised that it’s me.

My identity only seems to fuel him further as he undoes the button on his pants and lowers the zipper. My only focus is on his covered face and where his eyes should be, but I can’t see them. I wish I could. My body is trembling, but not in fear.

He looks around for a moment to check if anyone is around. Luckily, it’s late, and no one is usually at the park at this time of night. Letting go of my hair, his hand travels down and caresses my face gently before gripping my jaw and forcing my mouth open.

He orders, “Stick your tongue out,” and I obey. My mouth is watering at the thought of what he’s going to do next, and before I think further, he takes out his cock and thrusts it deep into my open mouth.

His hands are behind my head, holding me in place as I try not to gag or push myself away. I take a moment to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. His dick is scraping my front teeth, so I relax my jaw even more to accommodate him.

His hips shift back slowly before thrusting forward again, making my eyes water, but I don’t break eye contact with him. He may want to break me, but I won’t let him. Not yet, at least.

Drool is dripping down my chin and onto my hoodie as he quickens his pace.

Pulling back and thrusting forward, roughly face fucking me out in the open as he groans in pleasure.

I’ve never been so turned on in my whole life.

My jaw and throat are sore after a few minutes, then he finally pulls out, fisting his cock and slapping it against my cheek as I get my bearings straight.

“Open,” he growls, and this time, I place my hands against his thighs to brace myself. He moves my left hand to the base of his cock and thrusts into my open mouth again. This time I get to stroke him as I suck.

His hands are behind his back now, and he’s letting me pleasure him. The sounds he’s making give me all the confidence I need to suck the soul out of his cock. He leans his head back, and I look up to see his neck under the mask. I want to so badly take it off and see his face, but I don’t.

He gently places his hand on the top of my head.

“That’s it, princess, I’m so fucking close.

Swallow every drop.” I grip and stroke harder while running my tongue against the head of his cock.

His breathing quickens and he tenses just before I taste him filling up my mouth.

I swallow every drop like he ordered, then put my hands behind my back again.

“Good girl. Now, crawl on your hands and knees and pick up my fucking mask.” His voice sounds different, like it does in his videos, not like in person. I was hoping he would show up as Sean, not his online persona. But I do as I’m told. It’s my punishment, and I deserve it.

I crawl over the gravel-covered ground to where he threw the mask, hurting my knees and palms. Looking back, he’s standing behind me, arms crossed and watching.

Once I reach the mask, I grab it and stand up, then begin walking back towards him.

He snatches it from my hands, tosses my backpack to me, and says, “Come on. The park closes soon, and you’re coming home with me. ”

He walks away towards the Honeycomb, and I’m left standing in the tunnel, dumbfounded. Instead of basking in my confusion, I pull my hood back up and run after him.