Page 19 of Duplicitous
The vibrations increase, stimulating my g-spot.
“You’re evil,” I hiss.
“I’m anything you want me to be. You made me this way, Karolina. I was practically vanilla before I met you.”
“You were never vanilla,” I accuse. “Maybe you’re the one who mademethis way. I was innocent before we met.”
One thick arm captures my waist, tugging me closer. “You’re still innocent. I’m the only one who knows all the depraved thoughts in your pretty little head.”
I swallow hard. He’s just teasing me. There’s no way he actually knows I’m still a virgin.
I decide to stop engaging in this dangerous conversation. I came here for physical release, not emotional entanglement.Bones doesn’t need to learn anything more about my life than the little I’ve chosen to share with him over the years.
“Are you going to put that collar on me, or not?” I ask. “Not that I want to wear it, but I’d rather not have anyone else try to hunt me.”
“Sure. Of course you don’t want to wear it.”
I know he’s mocking me, but I’m too frustrated by the insistent vibration at my core to come up with a snappy retort.
He lifts the collar to my throat. Supple leather encircles my neck. I can’t stop my eyes from drifting closed as he buckles it securely at my nape. Something about this is deeply erotic, and he’s barely touching me.
“Does my kitten like wearing a collar for me?” He traces the thin band of leather.
My skin pebbles beneath the tender touch, and my head tips back as though I’m going to offer him a kiss.
“So what if I do? You like that I’m getting turned on by all this.”
“We’re a perfect match,” he approves.
Alarm bells sound at the back of my mind. This is too intimate.
The vibrator starts pulsing, flickering off and on in a new pattern of torment.
The black pools of his eyes fill my world. “Are you ready to be my prey, Karolina?”
A man is calling out for the start of the hunt. A wild tension crackles through the night air as everyone shifts into a more primal state.
“You get five minutes head start.” Bones’ head dips towards mine in a parody of the kiss that’s impossible with his mask on. My lips nearly brush the crimson skull when he growls, “Run.”
5
KAROLINA
Isprint away from Bones. The manicured grass is slightly springy beneath my sneakers, and the scent of woodland suffuses my senses. I can hear other “prey” running slightly behind me as we all make our way towards the trees.
The sun is fully setting behind the forest. Once I’m in, the shadows will conceal me.
And make a path harder to follow for me too.
I’m not at all familiar with this landscape, so I’ll have to be careful not to trip and fall. I’d rather not twist an ankle on this hunt. Very unsexy.
The vibrator torments me as I run, bumping against my g-spot in a throbbing rhythm. How does Bones know the perfect cadence to match my increasing heartbeat?
The man is a menace. Cruel. Devious.
And absolutely perfect.
I’ve never known a sweeter high than the one currently coursing through my veins, not even when I push myself to the limit on a long run.
