Page 24 of His Trick

The mask…

“Clearly, you are an actor. Did you get tired of chasing people, so you ran after a bunny?”

The woods tilted underneath me. My anger and irritation at this bitch firing twenty questions at me was pounding my head in two.

I should’ve walked away. I should’ve given some bullshit response and played the innocent dumbass. I needed to open my mouth, gaslight her into submission, and walk the fuck away. Convince her I wasn’t exactly the monster she saw.

Instead, I closed the space between us, grabbing her wrist and shoving her back against the nearest thick, rough tree. The bark scraped as she squealed, just like the rabbit had.

“You don’t even know me,” I growled, my hand pressing into her hip, fingers bruising, no softness left in me to break through. “Who says I’m fucking lost, Baby Girl? Maybe I am out here waiting for a stupid girl like you to find me.”

“What do you want with me? I-I am not like the other girls. I don’t want s-sex with a stranger.” Her breath puffed on the chill of the air, ghosting against my mouth as I leaned against her frozen form. “I don’t want this. I-I was trying to help you. Just let me go.”

My jaw locked, and I hated how her dismissal made me hard as stone.

I kissed her like a fucking punishment, our teeth clashing, my tongue demanding. She whimpered beneath me, tears falling from her cheeks until she finally moaned, clutching my shirt—not dragging me closer, but not pushing me away.

Her thighs parted with the demand of my fingers, her pale, breakable skin marking beneath my grip when she resisted. I shredded her jeans and tore off her underwear. Her voice broke into a gasp that I swallowed with my mouth.

“Stop,” she breathed, breathless. “Please. Let me go. I don’t want this. Or you. I’m not like those g-girls.”

Her words made me harder, and her denial was like a frayed wire igniting me further. All I could hear as my fingers sank into her pussy were my own pleas and denial. My pathetic cries of pleasure and pain echoed in my mind on a loop.

I could hear it all.

I could feel her break, feel her resistance shatter…like mine had for him.

“Don’t lie to yourself, woman,” I muttered against her throat before biting down hard enough to break skin. “You can say you don’t want this, but there’s nothing dry about this cunt that I am sinking my fingers so deeply into. Think I could do that if you weren’t turned on by me taking you? The truth is, you want this. You want me.”

“No…” she shot back, nails raking down my back, trying to gain some power when she had none. “I don’t.”

Her attempts to gain some form of control made something inside me break loose. My hips slammed against hers, and the tree groaned with the force. Her breath hitched higher, her eyes widening when she looked down and saw me freeing my cock. Her eyes reflected the fear I wanted, making my smile grow.

“No,” she gasped. “No. No No. Please. Don’t do this to me.”

I held her tighter against the tree, using my knee to push her thighs open further. She was so wet she glistened in the moonlight. The illumination on the ground from the flashlight bathed us in a light, making it impossible for either of us to hide. I didn’t pace myself, didn’t soften my body as I slammed deep inside her.

I felt her fucking break. Felt the blood as her body ripped around me. And that feeling only encouraged me to thrust harder. My hips were sharp, a brutal rhythm of anger and desperation, anything to feel less powerless.

She clawed at me like the most pathetic animal that had ever met my grip, her voice cracking with moans that echoed through the trees.

Just like I was unable to in that fucking haunted house. She wasn’t able to deny me in these woods.

“How can you be so cruel?” she whimpered, voice ragged. “You don’t even know me…don’t you care at all?”

“Not tonight,” I snarled, slamming into her harder.

Her head hit the tree as she cried out, her tears soaking my chest and face. Her legs wrapped tight around me, while her ability to want it to stop wavered. “At least you know you’re a fucking monster.”

Her words only drove me faster. Harder, until all I heard was her broken pleas and moans mixing with the pounding of the blood in my ears.

I came inside her broken cunt, like a scream underwater.

Muted. Nothing like before.

I didn’t fucking feel anything, but his laughter echoed in my mind.

She slid down the tree, her legs shaky, sobs spilling between heavy breaths.