Page 18 of His Trick

“Please? I paid a lot of money for this. I suck cock really well, babe.”

I couldn’t help but snicker at the faster shakes of his head as he backed away and waved his arms as her fumbling hands reached for his belt.

Guess the hunter became the hunted.

She was making him angry or scared.

The fucking mask blocked his expression from me, and I was about to rip it off until his fingers wrapped around the woman’s throat, lifting her off the dusty ground.

“I’m not wearing a mask to get you off, idiot. I’m wearing it to show you the broken guise of what you want to believe about me when I fucking kill you.”

Thump.

The girl’s body fell to the ground with a loud thud, and her cries echoed around me as she took off running. This wasn’t a game. Her feet hit the ground so hard she stumbled multiple times before even getting to my location.

I could hear her like an elephant. The heavy breathing, crying, and cursing grew as she approached. I didn’t have time for this. I wanted to see what else the man would do, and she was in my way.

Stepping out of the shallow coverage of the stalks, I got right into her line of vision. Her blood-curdling scream made me fucking grin ear to ear. If I had time for additional cleanup, I would add her to the cabin’s collection based purely on how loud her screams were. Lucky for her, I was preoccupied.

Her body skidded to a halt, still smashing into me from skidding on the dirt trail of the pathway. It was pure comic gold how terrified her eyes looked as she glanced up at me.

I looked over to my prey, calculating his movements as he wandered into a different part of the maze. The woman on her knees was crying, big fucking snot bubbles popping all over her dirty, makeup-stained face.

“Boo.”

Ibroke out of the maze, lungs aching from the control, heart hammering harder than it should’ve for a stupid game. Everyone else walking around me was laughing, clutching each other, out of breath in a good way. I couldn’t even fake it. My smile felt cracked. More so than the damn mask on my face.

Because I knew.

Carrington was in there with me.

I didn’t see him, but I felt him. Just like when I was fucking Xanthy. Every step, every fucking turn of the corn…that heavy stare was dragging over me like talons.

I kept telling myself it was part of the night: the chase, the thrill, the haunted atmosphere. But no one else looked like prey when they walked from area to area.

Only me.

A few other masked men fist-bumped me, the equivalent of cat-calling most likely, which I played along with, molding to the part.

“You liking this shit, bro? I’m so glad I signed up. I got sucked off like six times already.”

The girl from back in the maze flashed through my mind, and my fist tightened. Her neck would have been so easy to snap, so ready and perfectly accessible.

But my fucking girlfriend’s brother was stalking me.

What the fuck was his fascination? Was this some weird form of protective big brother posturing? Wasn’t he too old for that?

I swallowed hard, shoved my anger aside, and conjured up my easy-going personality, matching his perfectly.

“Yeah, man. These bitches know how to suck a fucking cock. There are a few more up there if you missed them.”

The bro didn’t so much as clap me on the back before bolting in the direction of the made-up cock warmers. Whatever…I was too on edge to keep up this character. I needed a fucking release.

Maybe I can duck into the haunted house and jerk off to relieve some of this fucking tension.

I thought I could breathe again once I slipped out of the corn maze. The laughter, the chaos, the clatter of fake chains and screams would mask the panic and anger burning under my skin.

But as soon as I stepped out, I realized how wrong I was.