Page 9 of Masked Instincts

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JAX

“He’s mad,” Luna says as her phone dings.

“Run,” I growl, ignoring her complaints. She gazes up at me, wondering if she should, but she darts away before anything leaves her lips.

My blood pulses beneath my skin, making me hot and excited. I watch her small frame move from the bright lights and further into the shadows. Farther and farther away she goes until finally, my feet work. My footsteps thud beneath me. My heart hammers in my eyes like a damn cartoon. Long legs carry me fast as she continues to run. Instead of going downtown, she runs into the woods. A smirk spreads across my face.

Once Luna is behind the trees, I quicken my walk into a run. The sounds of dead leaves crunching and twigs snapping fuel me forward.

“Luunnaaa,” I call out menacingly. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I sing.

“You won’t catch me!” She yells back, but I hear the exhilaration in her voice. My moon likes to be chased.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I shout back. I’m not running at full speed, but if I were I’d have her on a leash by her hair in a matter of seconds. I’m giving her room to fight, to play.

I want her to think she has a chance of escaping me before I rip it from her. Once I catch her, she’s mine and no one else is ever going to fucking have her.

I’m going to ruin her for everyone else. I’m going to fuck her so good that no one else will ever compare.

Who am I kidding? No one is even going to have the chance.

One second inside of her would rid me of my sins. Of the mayhem that I have caused in my life. In prison. Anywhere I go. She’s going to cleanse me into a new man as if I’m being baptized for God himself. I’d say I’d be a better man, but we know that’s far from the truth. I could never be a better man. I’m dirty and selfish; a man who barely knows the line between danger and not.

The sound of crunching dies ahead, and I pause. The air is silent—nothing but the breeze against the treetops and the faint echo of music from the party. Our environment seems to pause, waiting to see what comes next. Taking small steps forward, I head in the direction of soft breathing that gets louder with each menacing step.

“Hide and Seek is a fun game, don’t you think, Luna? The best part of this version is when I seek you,” I drawl. She doesn’t respond, trying to continue to hide from me.

You can’t fucking hide from me.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I sing again in a low, taunting voice. Her breathing is right there, just behind the tree in front of me.

“Hide and,” I lunge around the tree. “Seek!”

Luna squeals at the sight of me, but before she can run, her hair is wrapped around my fingers— just as I wanted. She fights against me trying to slap my hand away.

“A deal is a deal, Luna. Are you trying to break it? I don’t bode well with liars,” I growl.

“No,” she whispers, her words nearly a pant on her tongue. “I want you to take it from me.”

If she could see my face, she would see the sinister grin across it. I let go of her hair and give her a shove. Luna stumbles and falls onto all fours. “You want me to take it from you like it’s mine? Like you don’t have a say in the world?”

“Yes,” she says.

“You want me to fuck you right here on this forest floor?”

“Yes,” she whimpers at the thought. “This is a free night. Freeing myself of the restraints I put myself in every day. I’m living tonight, living for me. Fuck Chase and anyone else who wants to disagree,” she expresses. “I won’t see you again after tonight. This is a one-time thing, but I want you to ruin me, Jax.”

My dick grows harder. I hadn’t thought that it could. I move down to my knees, knees I’d spend the rest of my life on to worship her if that’s what she’d ask of me. My fingers run up the slit of her dress, tickling her skin before they move up to her back and unlace the doing of her corset. The piece of clothing falls from her body, but the dress still sticks to her skin with sweat. I lick my lips and the tip of my tongue touches the mask on my face. I’m aching with the need to taste her. I push the skirt of her dress over her ass, moving my hands up her body, I pull the straps of the fabric from her shoulder to expose her breasts. Hand sliding back down, I tear the fabric of her fishnets at the center. I groan at the sight of her tiny lace thong covering the sweet spot that I need. With my patience for her growing thin, I rip the small piece of fabric she calls underwear, shredding it into nothing. Another growl escapes me and it’s getting more difficult by the second to contain myself.

Pulling the knife from my waist, I slide the tip of the blade up the back of her thighs delicately. Trickles of blood fall free, but I’m not going deep. Enough to elicit slight pain. Luna gasps in shock and her pussy clenches in search of something. I don’t know a single thing about what she wants or likes, but I don’t care. I’m doing what I want.

“Do you like that, Luna? Mixing pain with your pleasure?” I ask darkly.

“Y-yes,” she stutters. “I’ve never told anyone any of my fantasies before.”

“I’m going to do things to you that you only ever dreamed of, baby.” I don’t necessarily mean in this current moment. Having me in her life is going to change her. She said this was a one-night thing, but what she didn’t know was that this wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning.