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Chapter 6

Trey

Rachel finds me at the kitchen table in the morning, strawberry blonde hair drifting behind her and a huge grin on her face. My stomach twists like it does every time she finds me.

I’ve still got half a bowl of cereal left, but my appetite is gone.

She takes the empty seat next to me at the enormous table, and I brace myself for her hand grabbing my knee or fumbling with the button on my jeans, but she reaches into her pocket and pulls out what looks like a thermometer before sliding it across the table to me.

For a few seconds, I stare at the pink rectangle without any clue what I’m looking at until I spot the tiny word that tells me everything I need to know.

Pregnant .

My heart drops. She’s pregnant. My father’s new girlfriend—the woman he replaced my mother with before her body was even cold—is pregnant.

I’m going to have a sibling. One who isn’t my mother’s child.

They’re moving on with a new baby. A new life. Like my mother never existed at all.

“I’m ten weeks. I got a genetic test done already. It’s a boy.”

A boy. A brother.

“Do you know what this means?” Rachel beams, oblivious to the turmoil in my head.

“I’ll have a brother.” Has she told my father yet? He barely wants me, let alone another kid. Starting over with a new baby when I’m nearly old enough to move out? He won’t be happy.

She shakes her head, grabbing my hand. I want to sear off every inch of skin she touches. “You’ll have a son.”

Classes. Practice. Eat. Shit. Sleep. Repeat.

The life my father designed for me has turned me into a zombie. I’ll obtain an economics degree I couldn’t give less of a shit about, attend an MBA program, and take over his businesses when he finally kicks it. That day can’t come soon enough.

Normally, I wouldn’t be caught dead anywhere near the campus library, but that’s where my prey is. I need something to distract my mind, and Juliet will be the perfect distraction.

A group of girls flash me wary glances before giving me a wide berth from where I’m leaning against the brick wall. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about me wearing a mask on campus in broad daylight. The best girls are into it.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I glance around campus. Someone’s eyes are on me, but there’s no one watching.

Paranoia. That’s all.

When the library door swings open again, a pair of dark boots hits the concrete. Long legs wrapped in spiderweb fishnets, tiny skirt barely covering her ass, and glorious tits nearly bursting through the seams of her flimsy top. Her tits bounce with every step. No bra. Just the way I like her.

I hope Juliet viewed her camera footage this morning. Better yet, I hope she got to experience the whole show in real-time. Her panties are stained and crusted with my cum now, but they’re still waiting for her in my room if she wants to wear them.

She’s in those same fishnets that make my mouth water and a tiny skirt like she wants me to imagine every dark and twisted thing I’ll do to her when I get my hands on her next.

Since that night at the haunt, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Juliet Hayes. No woman has ever consumed my mind before. Not in a good way, at least. I want to make her whole body shiver again like I did that night.

Before I can cover her mouth and grab her, she spots me lingering in the shadows. Her blue eyes narrow, and she charges at me, finger pointed. “You motherfucker?—”

Briefly, I wonder how the hell she figured out the identity of the man beneath the mask, but then I remember what the masked man did to her last time in the woods. My grin comes back tenfold. I’ll be fucking her mouth like that again.

I keep my arms folded and let her charge me.

As soon as she’s within reach, my hand strikes like a viper, encircling her wrist and crushing her to me. Her screams are muffled against my chest as I drag her behind the library where no one will see what I do to her.

She writhes and kicks the entire way, my rage boiling more with every strike she lands. I’ll punish her for every one of them.

As soon as we’re concealed, I slam her against the wall, shutting her up. “Quiet, little demon. We both know you want this.”

To my surprise, she’s not fighting anymore. Now that we’re hidden in the shadows, a seductive smirk blooms across her face. “You’re right. I do want this.”

My chest squeezes. A foreign feeling. I’m used to women wanting me. They’ve wanted me since I was fifteen. But none of them has ever made me feel like this. Like she does. All she has to do is look at me and I’m not Trey Lamont anymore. I’m her masked man. Her unhinged psycho. The Romeo to her Juliet.

She takes a single step toward me but not to shove me away or run in the other direction. She unbuttons my jeans before slipping her hand into my boxers, stroking over the hard, dripping erection already waiting for her.

Fuck . No woman has ever had this effect on me before. For the first time, I don’t know what the fuck to do with her.

My cock twitches in her palm, and that makes her grin wider. Her smile turns my knees weak. She’s deranged, unhinged, psychotic. Just like me. “That’s a good boy.”

My eyes fall shut. Can’t help it. The pleasure as she strokes from my tip to the base of my shaft is too good. Every cell in my body wants to thrust into her hand, make her jerk me off faster, but I want to see what she does with it. If my little demon knows how to handle a cock. So far, so fucking good.

A soft click. My little demon’s hand drops my cock, slipping out of my boxers.

My eyes spring open, jaw clenching. “I didn’t tell you to fucking stop.”

In her hand, a knife glints. My knife.

She got it out of my pocket while my eyes were shut. While she stroked my cock to distract me. I can’t believe it fucking worked.

“Told you I would get my revenge.” She points the blade at the ground, a devious grin twisting her lips. “On your knees.”

I could wrench the knife from her grasp. Strike her hand and force her to drop it, send it skittering across the pavement and leave her unarmed and vulnerable. Who knows what she’ll do to me. Stab me. Slice that knife across my throat like I did to Novak. But she’ll mean it.

Still, I sink to my knees. We’ll see what my little demon has planned for me. If she kills me, at least I’ll be dead. At least I’ll die by her hand, not my father’s.

Juliet looms over me, tits rising and falling with every heavy breath. She caresses my neck with the edge of the blade. A lover’s caress. My throat bobs, the knife moving with it.

“You’re going to pay for what you did to me in the woods.” She angles the knife, the tip digging into my windpipe. My jaw clenches against the sting, but I keep still. I’m not afraid of her. She’s not done with me yet. I’m far more useful to her alive than I am dead.

“What are you going to do to me, demon?”

She shakes her head, her long, dark hair mixed with shocks of red swaying. “This is about what you’re going to do to me .”

The kiss of the blade leaves my throat, cool air replacing it. But I don’t move from my kneeling position before her.

Juliet reaches under her skirt, cutting through her fishnets.

“What are you?—”

She presses the blade to my neck again, blue eyes blazing. “You got to come in my mouth—now I get to come on yours. Lick me.”

The command leaving her lips makes my cock twitch. Behind the mask, I grin. Good thing my lips are covered. She might change her mind if she knew commanding me to eat her pussy was nothing close to a punishment. “What will you do to me if I don’t?”

She presses the blade harder against my throat. I wince against the sting. Yes, cut me. Make me bleed. Hurt me. Make me feel something. “I’ll make sure you can never stick your dick in anything again.”

I chuckle. “At least let me fuck your pussy with it before you chop it off.”

God, I can’t fucking wait to feel her tight walls clenching around me.

Before she can protest again, I grip the backs of her thighs and tug her to me. She yelps, the knife digging in and a trickle of blood traveling down my throat. But I don’t give a fuck about the pain as I slide my hand between her legs to find her bare, exposed pussy. No panties.

A growl rumbles in my throat. In my jeans, my balls ache, desperate to pump every drop of my cum inside her.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” Her voice is husky with the demand.

“Oh, demon.” My manic laugh makes her stiffen. “I won’t stop until you’re dripping down my chin.”

Before she can say another word, I tip my mask up just enough to reveal my lips and shove my face between her legs. My mask pushes against her as my tongue sweeps out, stroking between her soft lips.

Her sweet arousal floods my taste buds, and I can’t help but groan. She sucks in a shuddering breath, hand fisting in my hair. “ Yes .”

This is her revenge. Forcing me to my knees after I forced her onto hers. The sweetest revenge I’ve ever tasted.

My tongue strokes up her slit again until I find her sensitive, swollen clit. Her thighs quake around my head.

“Good boy,” she drawls. As if she’s the one in control because she’s wielding the knife.

But my tongue between her legs has turned her into a wet, trembling mess. I may be the one on my knees, but she’s worshipping me.

My tongue darts out, striking her clit as hard as I can to punish her. Her grip on my hair tightens as she cries out. I’m going to make her come so hard, she regrets every word she’s ever uttered to push me away. Every fist and kick she’s ever aimed in my direction. I’ll make her come just as hard as she made me come that night in the woods. Then she’ll regret ever forcing me to my knees because she’ll never be able to forget how good I made her feel.

I slip my mask back over my lips to keep my voice distorted. “So wet for me.”

She shifts the knife against my throat. A reminder. “Stop talking.”

“But that’s what gets you off, isn’t it? Listening to me tell you everything I want to do to you.” I stroke up her wetness with a finger and she moans. “Hearing me call you my little demon. My bad girl. Praising you for how hard you make me come.”

“N-no,” she chokes out, “your voice has no effect on me whatsoever.”

“Then why are you already dripping down my chin before I’ve even made you come?” I lift my mask back up and don’t bother brushing her arousal off. I want to taste her long after she removes her pussy from my mouth.

She grinds on my face. A silent command. I’d laugh if it wasn’t so damn sexy. My hands reach up to squeeze her incredible ass as she rolls her pussy over my tongue.

No girl has ever ground against my face like this before. Usually, I don’t even bother eating their pussies. All I care about is getting my cock inside a hole. But I’d let Juliet ride my face for an hour if that’s what she wanted.

When her wetness is dripping down my neck, I can’t hold myself back anymore. I latch onto her clit, sucking the swollen nub into my mouth. She convulses and cries out. “ Fuck !”

My finger slides inside her, then another. Her tight walls clench around them, already on the brink of her orgasm. How many orgasms could I give her before she passed out? As soon as her body could no longer bear it, I’d slide my cock inside her and fuck her hard until she jumped awake as another orgasm barreled through her.

“Don’t stop,” she pants.

After I slide my mask back into place, my thumb circles her clit. “I love hearing you beg, demon.”

“That wasn’t a beg—it was an order.”

I grin before flicking her clit and making her jump. “You’re not the one in charge here, pretty girl. I’ve got you right where I want you.” I thrust my fingers up into her, hard. “You’ll come as soon as I command it.”

“No, I won’t?—”

“Come for me. Now .”

Just as the words leave my lips, Juliet’s cries echo off the brick wall, her thighs shaking violently as her pussy walls pulse over and over around my fingers. I lift my mask one last time to suck hard on her clit, riding out her orgasm as she soaks my hand. A groan vibrates in my throat at the wetness coating my fingers and palm. I love how fucking soaked I make her.

My cock strains in my jeans as her cries fill my ears. She writhes, trying to escape the intense pleasure, but I’ve got her pinned and she’s not going anywhere.

I slip my mask back into place. “Such a bad fucking girl, coming on a stranger’s face. I could be anybody.”

“Oh my god.” Once her pussy stops pulsing around my fingers, she pulls away from me, breathless.

Finally, I pop my soaked fingers out of her and stand. She’s still holding the knife, but now it’s trembling.

Juliet points it at me, tits heaving and eyes hooded with lust and suspicion. “Who are you?”

I’ll tell her. Eventually. For now, I like our little game of mystery. “Call me Romeo.”