Page 130 of Devious Obsession
I peek around the tree, but all I can see are shadows.
After another few seconds, I leave my position and creep back the way I came, parallel to the path but still firmly in the shadows. The glowing lampposts lend little light—their dim tops barely create a five-foot radius around each one.
The back of my neck prickles.
I turn around, and Steele is right behind me—
Wearing a fucking mask.
I scream and sprint away from him. Fallen branches and brush scrape my legs as I pass, but holy shit.
I don’t like masks.
Where did he even get a mask?
It was one of thoseScreamones, the white long face almost glowing in the darkness. I run faster than before and burst back out onto the path. I’m heading back toward campus, but I don’t even give a fuck if someone sees me running for my life.
Suddenly, something catches my ankle. I go sprawling and barely catch myself on my forearms. The impact jars me, my teeth clacking with the force. Hands flip me over and roughly yank down my leggings before I can register what’s going on, and I stare up at the mask.
I know it’s Steele.
It has to be Steele.
But there’s some part of my brain that refuses to register it as him.
I scream and thrash, catching him in his side with my knee. It doesn’t even slow him down. He restrains my legs under him, my leggings twisted to imprison my calves. He yanks them up, nearly folding me in half, and grips my ankles with both hands.
My fingers dig into the woodchips under me. I try to claw into the dirt to scramble away, but he’s got too much leverage.
And when he thrusts into me, I cry out. His cock hits deep inside me, and my vision flickers. He’s got his arms banded around my legs, immobilizing me. Keeping them pressed to his chest even as he leans over me.
I can’t move except to try and squirm away—but even that does nothing. My thighs held together makes him feel bigger, and each stroke causes an involuntary tremor to run through me.
And then I see the mask again, and the terror grips me all over again.
It’s not even rational.
I just fuckinghatemasks. I reach for it, for him, and he bats away my hand. A growl slips from under it, and my chest tightens.
His pace ups until he’s ramming into me without restraint. I groan at every hit. I’m still sensitive—my period only stopped yesterday. Everything is burning up.
And then he goes still, groaning and coming inside me.
“Holy shit,” someone says.
Not masked Steele.
I tip my head back. Chase, upside down from my point of view, stands on the path with a girl under his arm. The girl looks horrified, but Chase seems mildly intrigued. And even more so when he registersme.
“Aspen?”
I can’t move. I don’t really know what to do—I feel a bit like a deer caught in headlights. Well, a deer being ravaged by a mountain lion caught in headlights…
Steele grunts, sliding free of me and pulling up his pants. He shoves my leggings back into place, manhandling me until I’m covered. Then he drags me upright and tosses me over his shoulder before I can so much as open my mouth.
His shoulder digs into my stomach, and he strides past Chase silently.
No threats.
