Page 21 of Unmasking Mayhem (Behind the Mask Duet #2)

Before she can respond, I let instinct take over.

I push her against the wall, my body pressed to hers, forcing every doubt, every fear aside.

I lift my mask and claim her mouth with mine, my heart pounding as if the world outside ceases to exist. Her body reacts instinctively, melting into me, her hands tangling in my hair as she kisses me back with a fervor that speaks to all the years we spent apart.

It’s fucking electric, a jolt that sparks through every nerve ending, igniting that primal need I’ve been suffocating since we left California.

I sense Hawk’s eyes on us, a stalker to our display of passion so raw and reckless.

But he doesn’t interrupt; he understands.

This is between Whitney and me, our past colliding with the present, and I won't be reminded of our tangled lives until I'm ready to confront it fully. As I pull away, my breath mingling with hers, I see the confusion still dancing in her eyes. A corner of me nearly buckles under the weight of it, knowing she’s not just someone I want; she’s someone I need—someone I would fight a fucking war for.

“Havoc…” she breathes, her voice shaky.

“Keep your eyes on me.” I press my forehead against hers, locking her gaze with mine. “Don’t think about anything else. Not Dustin. Not the past. It's just us right now.”

I kiss her again, harder, pouring every repressed emotion into that single moment, as if each brush of my lips against hers can erase all the pain we’ve been through.

The kiss deepens, a desperate promise forged in the flames of our traumatic history and a desire to reclaim what was lost. We pull apart briefly, both of us heaving for breath, her lips swollen and red, reflecting the undeniable truth—despite everything, we are still drawn to each other like moths to a flame.

I’m ready to show her the beast that stirs beneath the mask and how fiercely it would battle to protect her and everything we could build together, vulnerabilities and all.

She nods, the spark of shared understanding flaring to life. “Okay,” she whispers, the spark igniting something within her as well. “Okay.”

It’s a fragile beginning, but it’s a beginning nonetheless.

And with each kiss shared, with every whispered promise of loyalty and protection, I know that we’re on the cusp of something much bigger than just our love for one another.

We're on the path to wielding our destinies against a world designed to keep us apart.

But first, I’m going to fucking tear down everything that kept us in the dark .

I don't bother taking my time undressing her; I rip off her clothes and throw them across the room, pushing her onto the bed.

She watches as I strip off everything but my mask, her eyes piercing heavily, wanting to see the real me underneath.

I lean down, hovering over her, my cock rubbing up and down her wet pussy, and shivers rock my body, just wanting to slam right into her and have her pussy swallow me whole.

"Tell me what you want, Whitney." I push the tip against her entrance, my piercings hitting her clit and making her body jerk; I know she wants it, but she's nervous to say it—of reclaiming the life we thought we lost.

“Havoc, please,” she breathes, arching her back as she tries to knock me off my resolve.

There’s a fire in her eyes, daring me, begging me to take her, and it fuels the wild thing inside me that has always yearned for her.

“What do you want?” I press again, deliberately teasing her.

My body is taut with anticipation, every nerve ending thrumming with the promise of claiming her fully. I relish the moment, drunk on the possibilities of what we could be again.

"Let me tell you what I fucking want," I spit, squeezing her throat tighter and watching her cheeks turn rosy red. "I want to fuck you, Whitney, and I can't fucking wait any longer."

“Please,” she gasps, the word barely escaping her lips, yet it hangs in the air between us, heavy with longing and desperation.

That one little word pulls an involuntary growl from deep within my chest, spurring me on. My thumb brushes over the pulse point in her neck, feeling the quickened thumps of her heartbeat under my skin.

“Please what?” I challenge, teasing her edge, relishing in the power I hold.

It feels wrong and right all at once, like everything I've held back over the years is now spilling over, forming a tidal wave of need between us. Her brow furrows, vulnerability flickering across her face.

“I want… I want you,” she finally admits, her voice breaking like glass but shining with resolve. It’s the answer I’ve been waiting for, and my heart races, a primal satisfaction surging within me.

“Good girl,” I growl, sinking inside her with one smooth thrust, her body enveloping me, the warmth and tightness seeping into every crevice of my mind. I can’t help but let out a low groan as I push deeper, claiming her like she was always meant to be mine.

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl, an explicit promise laced with an insatiable hunger. “I’m not letting you go again. Not now, not ever.”

“Yours,” she breathes, her voice thick with emotion, each syllable a prayer in the throes of passion, binding us together as one.

“Say it again,” I demand, my voice hoarse with the intensity of the moment. “Let me hear you say it while I’m inside you.”

“I’m yours!” she cries, her voice breaking, transforming into a symphony that resonates between us—the declaration spins the air around us, driving me to the point of madness.

I can’t fucking hold back, not now, not ever again.

The way she moans sends ribbons of desire coursing through me.

I tighten my grip around her wrists, pinning them above her head as my movements start to quicken, powerful and fierce, echoing the years we spent apart—the anguish, the loss, and the desperate longing that had built like a dam ready to burst. She writhes beneath me, a breath of fire escaping her lips.

“Havoc!” she cries out, her body rocking against mine, desperate for more, urging me to take control.

I give her what she wants. I pull back until just the tip of my cock remains before slamming back in with ferocity, feeling the rush of pleasure wash over both of us.

Her moans flutter in the air, intermingling with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Each thrust is an anthem of reclaiming what was stolen from us: our time, our innocence, and our right to each other.

Hawk leans back against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smile playing on his lips, but I barely register him. My focus narrows solely on Whitney—the girl who has always been my gravity. The girl I’d do anything to keep safe, no matter the cost.

“Tell me again, baby,” I demand, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in, the fullness of her pussy pulsing around me, drawing the beast within to the forefront. “Tell me you fucking want this.”

“I want you,” she gasps, eyes rolling back with sheer ecstasy. “I want all of this.”

It’s as if my soul ignites at her words, propelling me into a frenzy of movement, a dance of raw need and brutal intensity.

I lose myself in the rhythm, in the electric connection that binds us tighter than chains ever could.

I can’t hold back; I thrust harder and deeper, drowning in her cries while I try to drive out the memories of all the bullshit we’ve been through.

Her walls constrict around me as I pound into her, and I lose all semblance of gentle restraint.

The mask feels suffocating now; I suppress the urge to rip it off, wanting to reveal the man behind it, but I know that revealing all at once would only add weight to the moment.

“Harder,” she pleads, her hips rising to meet mine in desperation. “I want more.”

With a growl, I give in completely, my instincts taking over.

I slam into her, feeling her body quiver with each thrust as I pull at the strings tethering her to who she used to be and who she’s becoming right here and now.

My name spills from her lips like a mantra, each repetition pulling me deeper into this delicious chaos between us.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, edging her on, finding that sweet spot that would send her spiraling over the edge. “Let go for me.”

I drive harder; the sound of our bodies colliding ringing through the room is the only soundtrack we need.

I feel the heat of my imminent release building within me, but I refuse to let it overtake me just yet.

I want to watch her unravel first, to see her pleasure explode in a glorious riot of sensation.

“I—oh God!” She whimpers, and I feel her clamp around me, the pressure pushing me to the brink.

It’s as if time has collapsed into this single, beautiful moment where everything else fades into the background. I’m no longer fighting against the darkness; I’m fucking embracing it.

"God isn't fucking here, but you know who is," I grunt in between thrusts. "Say," thrust. "My," thrust "Fucking," thrust. "Name, Whitney,” I demand, my voice a ragged whisper as I slow just a touch, hovering on the precipice.

“R...Raze,” she chokes, stuttering as her breathless plea fuels my desire.

It snaps something deep within me, breaking the last tether of restraint that held me back as I unleash a torrent of thrusts, driving us both toward the edge.

The world outside ceases to exist. It’s just us—the fire, the heat, the passion raining down in waves of overwhelming desire.

And as she spirals beneath me, I shatter just moments afterward, our release colliding like a thunderstorm echoing through the darkness of our souls.

We ride the waves together, lost in each other, encased in a silence that speaks louder than words ever could.

When I finally pull away, breathless and drenched in sweat, I see the haze of pleasure and vulnerability in her eyes.

“I fucking missed you,” I murmur, pulling her close, fingers gently wandering through her hair.

The weight of everything looms in the air around us, promises still unspoken. But in this moment, with her pressed against me and our bodies intertwined, the past feels just a little lighter. Together, we can face whatever comes next—Dustin, the choices we've made, and the battles we have to fight.

And as I hold her, I know one thing for certain—no matter what it takes, I will keep her safe.

The mask is still on for now, but soon enough, she’ll see the real me, the man beneath it who is willing to do everything for her, even if it means standing against the demons from our past. As we both come down from our intense highs, breathless and tangled together in the sheets, I know our battle is far from over.

But as I look at her radiant face, illuminated by the dim light of her room, I can’t help but believe that for the first time in years, I finally feel like we might just be able to conquer it all.

But amidst the warmth and solace, the shadows loom ever closer.

The reality of our situation creeps back in, gnawing at the edges of this fragile peace we’ve forged.

I can’t let my guard down—not yet. Whitney stares up at me, her green eyes shimmering with a cocktail of emotions, equally powerful and chaotic.

I lean down again, grazing my lips across her forehead softly, chest tightening at the vulnerability etched into her features.

“Raze?” she whispers, the sound almost breaking me apart.

“Yeah, babe?” I murmur back, willing her to voice what I already know she’s feared.

“Dustin…” Her voice trails off, drifting into a silence thick with unspoken dread.

A part of me wants to shield her from the storm gathering outside the window, even as I know that’s impossible at this moment. The prick of anxiety in my gut reminds me that we’re in the eye of a hurricane.

“He won’t find you,” I assure her, tone fierce but soft. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“What if he does?” she asks, and my heart clenches at the clear worry etched across her features. “What if he hears about us?”

I sit up, shaking off the remnants of euphoric bliss as I shift my weight, turning solemn as the reality of our past weighs heavily on my shoulders again. “He’s in prison, Whit. For now, we have to focus on the present. The past will either haunt us or protect us.”

Even I don't believe the bullshit coming out of my mouth.

He's out of prison somehow, but admitting it seems unnecessary.

Feeling her shiver beneath my touch, I pull her closer, encasing her body protectively against mine.

Her trust and the memory of her safety become a vow etched into my very core, and I realize that I would tear apart the world just to keep her safe.

“You’ve been through so much…” I remix thoughtfully, tracing a path along her bare shoulder where her skin glows like an echo of firelight. “You deserve to heal and to fight back.”

Tears glisten in her eyes as she shakes her head. “I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to drag you guys down into this mess with me.”

“You’re not a burden,” I growl, the fire in my tone igniting the soft flicker of her hope. “You’re everything to me—to Hawk. This life… the chaos—it’s ours to deal with together. Don’t you see?”

She bites her lip, and for a moment, her vulnerability juxtaposed with strength sends a bolt of pride through my chest. “But what if… what if he comes after you? What if this cycle starts again, and you get hurt?” Her voice trembles, an echo of the worry I’ve always known lurked beneath her strength.

I sweep a thumb along her cheek, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin. “Then I’ll fight back, Whitney. I fucking promise you that. I’ve survived worse, and I’ll protect you until my last breath. You’re the light guiding me through this darkness.”