“So this is how good girls like you get off. Does being used in the middle of the night like a worthless fuckable hole turn you on, Lisichka?”
I choke on my inhale and everything pauses.
The air. My heart. My brain.
But not him.Hedefinitely doesn’t pause.
He, as in, the guy who certainly didn’t sound like Landon.
At all.
Unless Lan picked up an American accent, a different intonation, and has decided to mess with me.
The worst part is that he sounds familiar.
Waytoo familiar.
“L-Lan?” I whisper in a barely audible voice.
“Try again.” His voice has roughened, sounding absolutely terrifying.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.
Please,no.
The only reason I went against my character, my moral code of conduct, and did this is because I thought it would be with Landon.
So why isn’t it…? I clearly picked him through the app.
No one else could match his physical traits.
The beast—literally and figuratively—curls his fingers inside me, stroking a part of me no one has touched before. “You look plain and innocent, but deep down, you’re nothing but a dirty little slut. You’re ready to do anything to get rid of this barrier, no? You asked for it last night, begged for it, even.”
My body must be going through a shock, because the moment realization rushes back to me, it’s like someone has kicked me in the stomach and crushed my rib cage.
He’s Orange Mask.
“L-let me go! S-stop it!”
An unruly chuckle stabs through my ear. “You think I give a fuck about whatever little game you had with Landon?”
I go still, my heart nearly spilling on the ground.
I’m in that position where it’s life-threatening again, where my reckless decisions and impulsive actions might lead to my demise.
He can hurt me.
No, hewillhurt me.
“I might consider letting you go if you answer the question you ran away from last night, Cecily.” He pounds his fingers inside me, rekindling the power he holds over my arousal.
My nails sink in the dirt as bursts of the earlier pleasure pulse and throb, tighten and clench.
My body still hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re in survival mode right now.
“Why were you at the initiation?” There’s a raspy, blunt quality to his voice, an authoritativeness that bleeds out with every word.