Page 20 of His Trick

And yet, my body betrayed me. That fucking heat pooled low, tight, and wrong, my cock straining in the black leather despite my mental protests. My hands shook, trying to grip the fog, the walls, anything tangible.

“Perhaps a defiant, petulant brat? That would be fun. I like feeling you resist. I can hear your heart pounding, feel your pulse racing.” The voice got closer, his saliva audible as it smacked inhis mouth with each syllable. “You’re quite beautiful like this, Sunshine.”

I gasped, pressing harder into his chest, trying to free myself from the wall, trying to shrink, to disappear. But it was impossible. His words wrapped around me, edged with both a threat and a promise. My body shivered with an awareness I didn’t want.

“I am waiting.” He breathed, slower now, deliberate. “Though I have to admit, you impaling the wall with your dick wasn’t a factor I calculated.”

I growled, trying harder to get away from his caging hold. And then I felt it.

He was hard…Harder than me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My knees started to buckle as the heat, shame, terror, and something darker burned in my chest. My hands clawed at my pants, but I couldn’t stop the flush creeping across my skin. My breath hitched, and I wanted to scream.

“Get the fuck off me,” I growled, trying to maintain my control as it slipped further.

“Oh. Anger it is. Good. Let’s avoid all the falsities. It’ll be faster to study you and quell this interest.”

I clenched my jaw.

Interest?

I didn’t want Xanthy’s brother fucking interested in anything about me.

Why did he want to study me?

He made me feel like the animals I hunted. Where I hid and watched, calculating their movements, waiting until I finally slaughtered them. I couldn’t give in to my temptations. I had to curb my addiction.

The pain and torture I craved to inflict was always inflicted on an animal, mostly strays, easy to find, and simpler to bury.

Carrington thought I’d lie down like them. Helplessly whimper while he sliced me open to look at each part of how my body worked? He had another thing coming.

“Here’s an idea, Carrington. Why don’t you fuck off?”

A slight falter in his hold showed me he didn’t know I knew him. Or maybe he was just pissed off that he didn’t know me.

“You can’t hide from me,” he murmured again, closer this time, brushing the edge of my perception like fingertips tracing the air, never quite touching. “I can feel how hard you’re straining, trying not to give in. Pathetic…and perfect.”

I gasped, hands clawing at the leather, trying to push away my raging fucking erection. My heart hammered, every nerve frayed, every instinct screaming to fight. And yet, a deeper, darker coil inside me twisted tight.

“Interesting,” he whispered, slow, deliberate, commanding. “I mean, you can’t hide who you are. But you being as hard as stone is yet another interesting surprise. Stop pretending you’re in control. I can hear it. Feel it. I can make you shiver without even touching you.”

My body bucked on the fucking wall, fingers gripping the textured anchor. My dick brushed against the resistance, wrenching a strangled groan from me.

Fuck. I have to stop fighting. This is not happening to me.

I looped my hands inside the metal lantern hook, holding myself still. My cock throbbed uncontrollably. My body was reacting before my mind could, betraying me further and further. I wanted to fucking scream. I was just sensitive from the sex earlier, on edge from the need to kill that bitch. This was not from…him.

“Good boy,” his dark voice was silkily smooth but steel-hard in its underlying meaning. “That’s it. Don’t fight it. You feel it. I can tell that you do.”

Heat and shame surged through me in waves, every pulse pulling me closer to a breaking point I didn’t understand. I clenched my jaw, trembling, hating myself for how weak I felt right now, hating how alive every word, every imagined brush of him made me. This was not fucking happening.

The haunted house was a blur of fog and strobe lights. All I could focus on was the impenetrable strength of the wall…and him.

“You sure are tense,” his voice whispered, his tongue slipping out to run a heated trail along my exposed flesh. “I can feel every tense coil, every weak attempt at control. You like the challenge too, don’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my heart thundering in my chest, not from fear, but something darker, and much sharper. I pressed harder into the wall instead of straining to get away from it. I was trying to stay grounded, trying to get his dick off my ass. My hands itched to grip something, anything, but I didn’t move. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.