I purse my lips.
“I could and I would fuck your virgin cunt all night long. Then, when I’m bored, I’d stuff my thick cock into your ass and use your blood as lube. I suggest you answer the question before I get to that point.”
My muscles lock as I get a glimpse of his face. It’s only a fraction of it, but it’s enough for recognition to kick in.
It is Jeremy.
I suspected that he was Orange Mask at the initiation, then ignored it, decimated that thought, and chose to delude my mind.
However, there’s no escaping the facts now.
Not only is it his face, but the tone gives him away, too. It’s that cold, emotionless, and absolutely loathsome voice.
If there’s anything I’ve learned abouttheJeremy Volkov, it’s that you should stay out of his path. Avoid him. Change direction upon seeing him.
Do whatever it takes to not be noticed by him. Or worse, be threatened by him.
Everyone on this island knows not to cross him, which is why I have no doubt that he’ll do as he’s promised. If I don’t give in and offer what he asked, I’m in for the lesson of my life.
So I calm my breathing, despite the pleasure he’s ignited at my core, and try to speak as neutrally as possible.
“I just… I just wanted to see what it was like.”
“Is that so?” he speaks with utter ease that’s in complete opposition to the way he’s driving in and out of my core.
“It is. I swear.”
“How did you get in?”
“I… I stole the invitation you sent Creighton.”
Lan did, but I’m not going to say that.
“Such a conniving little witch.” He hits a secret spot inside me, and he must feel it, too, because he hits it again and again.
“Please stop,” I sob, humiliation and shame dripping from every part of me.
I’m half naked and being held down by someone who might as well be a stranger.
A dangerous stranger.
A stranger who shouldn’t see me like this.
“Didn’t you beg me to fuck your cunt last night? Something about not wanting to die a virgin?” He thrusts again and again until stars erupt behind my lids. “I might be in the mood to do that. Right here. I will claim you like an animal in the middle of the night and no one will see you becoming all dirty and messy.”
I whimper and tremble. “I’ll scream.”
His sadistic chuckle fills the air. “By all means, scream. No one will hear you and you’ll only get my dick hard.”
He’s right.
They won’t.
Not only is this his property, but we’ve wandered so far away from the mansion that I can’t even hear the music anymore.
He’s planned this.
From getting me in this part of the forest to impersonating Landon. He planned everything.