Page 27 of Wonderland Asylum (Wonderland Killers #1)

TWENTY-FIVE

Hide and Seek

Please, if you can hear me, get help. On second thought, let them have me.

-Presley Kate

There’s a crackling in the air that’s filled with unspent energy. My insides have turned to mush, and every bad decision I’ve ever made plays out before me inside my mind.

The tension in the air is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. It's enough to choke on, and I beg my feet to run, but I can’t. My feet are stuck to the ground, I’ve never been so conflicted or turned on.

It takes two full seconds for the shock to wear off, and my adrenaline to kick in. Subconsciously, I know that they won't hurt me, but none of this makes sense. Why are they doing this to me?

There’s no moving past them to see if I can break that lock on the front door. The living room would be a good option if it wasn’t a dead end, and the kitchen only leads to the patio which would be another dead end.

My only option is the stairs. It's every thriller girl's worst nightmare to end up with that as their final destination, nobody ever runs up the stairs and lives.

"RUN!" Kai screams again, finally breaking me out of my downward spiral.

My mind begs me to change directions and take a chance on running into the den instead, but again all other roads lead to dead ends. No, it's the stairs or nothing.

With wild exuberance, I climb the steps two at the time. My blood roars to life in my veins and rushes to my ears, the thunder that is my heartbeat feels like it’s about to come out of its cage of muscle and tissue. It’s too loud in my ears, and it’s the only sound I can pick up.

No matter what I do or where I go, they'll find me, and I want them to. Desire clenches in my lower belly at the thought of their wrath. Gunner's more unhinged than Kai, what will he do to punish me?

Desperation, cold and hopeless, grips my core as my initial fear subsides. The thrill of being caught and the pleasure that his punishment will bring has taken its place. Where are they?

When I reach the landing, I stop long enough to take off my shoes in hopes that they won't hear what direction I move in.

Trying to control my breathing, I tiptoe towards my least favorite room in this house.

Gunner's east parlor room is filled with an assortment of priceless antiques. The most notable being a dining table, and tea set that belonged to Henry VIII himself. I swear I can hear the screams of his victims coming from the wood.

My stepbrothers laugh every time I tell them that. They'll look in this room last. Who knows, maybe I can sneak back downstairs if they take long enough. This is an absurdly large house so anything is possible.

My shallow breaths fill the silence of the room while I wait for them to come, because it’s inevitable they will come.

The pull we feel for each other is too strong, and I'll never be able to escape them. Once Gunner makes me his, I’ll never be able to let them go.

Lifting the tablecloth, I crawl underneath the table. As soon as I walked into this room my body revolted and begged me to walk back out.

I've always had an overactive imagination, but being in here makes the small hairs on the back of my neck rise. This room is creepy as fuck, and I swear it feels like someone is watching me when I’m in here.

Beads of sweat gather at my temple, the anticipation is getting to me. Even with the pain that comes with your first time, Kai set the bar high. I can’t imagine it getting any better than what we did earlier.

A knock sounds at the door, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from yelling. They’re here, but toying with me. Why does that make my pussy melt?

The thought of taking Gunner's punishment is making me so wet, will he fuck me like an animal? I hope so. The fear of the unknown is intensifying my arousal.

There’s a darkness that’s slowly manifesting itself inside of me, and I don’t know how I should feel about it. But it feels good.

Their heavy footsteps travel further down the hall, and I smile in a half victory.

Peeking from underneath the tablecloth, I can make out more objects now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark. On the opposite wall there is a glow coming from a tiny slit beside the bookcase.

Curiosity killed the cat, but hopefully it won't kill me. I crawl toward the light to investigate, because it’s too odd not to check out. Said absolutely nobody else ever.

Shit! This is a secret passage and the door has been left slightly ajar. Could this be a trick?

The door is heavy and I have to stand up to get it to open all the way. I wince as it squeaks with the movement, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it now. The damage is already done.

Behind the door are stairs that lead into more darkness. Listening more closely, I can hear whispers coming from the shadows below.

This discovery brings back the fear, it's cold and calculating and lures me into the unknown. A scream climbs up my throat, and falls from my lips. It’s loud, and filled with fear.

My stepbrothers run up the stairs, they are too fast, and just when I'm almost back underneath the sanctuary of the table, a hand grabs my ankle.

Even though I know it’s them, I can’t let go of the terror. "Noo—ooo! Let me go!!" I beg!

Thrashing wildly, I scream again and again for him to let me go. My foot connects with his chin almost knocking his mask off of his face. Unfazed Gunner throws it to the floor with a growl.

Blood oozes from his bottom lip, as a feral smile greets my screams. He straddles me then, and pulls my hands far above my head. "Looks like I've caught my Little Lamb, now what is the monster inside of me going to do with her?"

Fuck me senseless! Yet, I can't make my mouth voice those words. No, not to him. Never to Gunner. I have a different relationship with him than I do, Kai.

He chuckles when he wipes off some of the blood from his mouth. "Open up, baby, I've got a present for you."

Shaking my head, I turn my face away from him. I can't allow Gunner to put his blood in my mouth, it's wrong, but that doesn't stop my very soul from wanting to taste it.

He's mine, and I want all of him. To hell with convention. Meeting his gaze, I open my mouth willingly.

"Please, Gunner." My voice is steady.

His expression softens as he traces my lips with his bloody thumb. My pussy clenches in response. What have they done to me? I'm no longer the straight laced girl I've always been.

"You're so fucking beautiful. You're ours now, And I'll never let you go. Will you be a good girl and lick your lips for me? I'll reward you if you do."

Wanting to please him, I lick my lips slowly. His blood tastes like copper and raw power. It's intoxicating and all I can think about is his cock slamming into me over and over again.

He reaches for his knife beside my head, but I'm not scared. He won't hurt me. "I've dreamed of this moment a thousand times, and still nothing compares to the feel of you underneath me. I'm going to mark you with my blood, then I'm going to fuck you until we both can't see straight."

Fuck. "I want you covered in my blood, too, Gunner. I want you to be mine in truth."

He shivers with pleasure. His possessive gaze intensifies. "Little Lamb, I want nothing more, but I can't hurt you, I won't do it."

"You'll hurt me more if you don't. I need this Gunner, and you've always told me you'd give me whatever I needed. Please, let me mark you, too." I hate that my voice sounds so needy.

They've turned me into a whining pile of a cum slut, but I don't care, I want them to ruin me. I want them to climb inside of my skin and live there forever.

I'm not rational when it comes to them. It's like they're the lit match and gasoline that's awoken the unhinged part of me. A side that I never knew existed.

Now that it's been unleashed, I don't want to miss even a second of the depravity that they bring to the table.

I protest when he sits up on his knees, but he places his finger over my mouth to quiet me. "Have some patience Little Lamb. Undress yourself for me so that we can bathe in each other's blood."

My clit throbs at his promise. "Cut my dress off of me, please."

He smiles down at me devilishly. "Your every desire is mine to fulfill."

Slowly, he slices down the front of my clothes. "You're so beautiful, baby, and so wet for me."

Gunner's gaze burns into mine when he takes his knife and slashes two long gashes into his forearm. He doesn't even wince from the pain.

Spreading my legs wider, he swirls the handle of his knife around my swollen clit.

I moan aloud because it feels so good, even better than I could ever imagine.

I happily allow him to drip his blood all over me. When he’s satisfied with the amount, he rubs it into my skin, and takes special care of my breasts and pussy. "Please Gunner, I want to see all of you."

Bit by bit he takes off his clothes for me. I'm mesmerized at how graceful his body moves. He's not as muscular as Kai, but his body is just as beautiful.

"Give me your hand." He whispers.

He kisses my palm, before slicing a thin line there. "Deeper." I beg.

He doesn't like my request, but he indulges my fantasy. Taking my hand he massages my blood into his skin. I rub my pussy against his leg creating sweet friction.

"Please, please, Gunner, make me yours."

Placing his cock at my entrance, I wince because I'm already sore from Kai, but the pain doesn't stop me from wanting to take every glorious inch of him.

With one thrust he takes me hard and swift, I scream his name as he begins to pound into me relentlessly. The smell of our blood mixes causing a sweet aroma throughout the room.

Kai lays down beside me. "Now you're ours, Princess, forever."

Needing to share this moment with him, I bring his lips to mine. He willingly devours me, and our tongues dance together as his brother sets a fierce pace.

I'm overwhelmed by everything that’s happened today. As the pressure begins to build, I moan.

In and out, Gunner moves, and when he pinches my clit I see stars.

My pussy convulses around his cock, and he screams my name as his come fills me up to the brim. I’ve never felt so complete. This is everything I've ever dreamed of. It feels good to finally be home.

Whatever comes tomorrow will come, for all we have is today.