Page 14 of His Trick

“I know. Sorry. I was?—”

“Shut up.” She didn’t want excuses.

Her deep red painted lips pressed to mine again, harder this time, hungry. The shift in her body instantly made me hard in the stupid leather pants I was told to wear.

“Don’t say a word, Shi,” she ordered, pressing into my erection with those tantalizing hips she knew how to work so well. I groaned in her mouth, keeping my words to myself.

By the time she dragged me toward the side door, taking us into a parlor area, my pulse had already betrayed me, racing under her touch.

She didn’t stop moving until we were inside, half-hidden in the shadows, and her hands were under my shirt, her nails already scraping lines across my chest, pulling urgently on the hem of my pants.

“Missed you, asshole,” she murmured against my jaw, letting her hot tongue drag along my skin.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pushed her against the wall, my body falling into the familiar script she loved. My mouth claimed hers, my hands slid to her hips, gripping just tight enough to make her groan.

I lifted her easily as she wrapped her legs around me.

She gasped, biting my lip, and moaning like she wanted the whole maze to hear us. That wasn’t possible. Maybe the masked actors in the next room, but nothing could blur the shrills and shrieks outside.

“I need you, Shiloh. Don’t make me wait another second.”

I gave her what she asked for. Or at least, the version of me I could give her without slipping too far into uncontrolled territory.

My hips rolled into her, steady and controlled, each thrust met with her cries, egging her moans higher. But inside me, there was a voice that always snarled louder.

Harder. Rougher. Make her scream until she breaks. Make her beg to take you.

I caged the voice inside, as always.

Muted the fucker with my groans.

Smoothed it out so all she felt was the rhythm, and none of the restraint.

Xanthy never noticed. She thought I was measured, thoughtful. Hell, she touted my sexual prowess in all her text messages about how giving and perfect I was. She didn’t know I was holding myself back, locking the darker pieces behind my soul so I wouldn’t ruin her.

The fucking screams outside got louder, the massive gate allowing more morons to run into the maze and haunted houses.

Shut up. Screams…mmm. Shut the fuck up.

“Oh, fuck yes. More, Shiloh. More.”

Xanthy was needy tonight. Maybe the leather outfit and fake handcuffs on my belt made her horny.

I smiled against her neck, reaching forward and ripping her white corset shirt down the middle.

Her gasp was swallowed by my mouth, my hands gripping her tits and anchoring her to the wall.

“Shhh,” I instructed, my voice ragged with how hard I needed to hold back tonight. The charged sensations and the screams in the backdrop made me vibrate against her. “I thought you didn’t want words, Alexandra.”

Her squeak was cute. It made me want to squeeze her harder.

Keeping her anchored by her tits on the wall, I reached down and pulled the plastic handcuffs off my belt loop, wrapping her wrists inside and slamming her cuffed hands above her head.

“Oh! Shiloh, what’s gotten into you? Don’t stop.”

Her voice was shaky, the slightest bit of fear lingering there. I couldn’t help myself. I latched onto the sound like a lifeline, bit her neck a little too hard, and heard her sharp gasp turn into a whimper of pleasure and pain.

She had a mask resting on her head, a bunny with fake blood, and a stellar smile. Having a smile of my own, I pulled her mask off her head, being gentle not to pull her hair.