“Behave,” Two instructs, wrenching me onto my feet. He chuckles as he removes the belt from my wrists while One dresses. As soon I’m unbound, I grab my corset, pulling it up to hide my breasts.
One steps forward.
“This is only the beginning,” One promises. He plucks my panties from my mouth and smears a droplet of his sticky cum over my bottom lip.
I keep my lips clamped shut, refusing to taste him. He’s already taken too much from me tonight.
They say no more and leave, shutting the art room door quietly and leaving me alone.
No matter how hard I scrub my skin, I’ve been marked by them. And they know it too.
CHAPTER
TEN
ERIN
After lyingabout food poisoning to leave the ball early, I toss and turn in the darkness, staring up at my bedroom ceiling. My physical body is clean, but my mind…
Their words. Their touch. Their cruelty. Their dogged obsession has no limits. They’re consuming me, creeping into every aspect of my life. They’ve invaded my thoughts, leaving no space for anything else.
I kick my blankets off. No position is comfortable. Every time I close my eyes, I see their masks… and his cock. How is it possible to be terrified and turned on at the same time?
I turn on the light and stroll to my underwear drawer. It’s not like I’ll be able to sleep, anyway. I rifle through the lace until I find my gift from Mia. The bullet vibrator.
A spark of adrenaline races through me as I settle back into position and slide it into my panties, knowing there’s something so wrong about this, but I’m too intrigued to stop.
I bite my lip as the velvety silicone slides over my clit. Tingles spread between my thighs and down to my toes. I apply more pressure, and a tiny moan escapes from my mouth. A moan I wished they’d taken from me. Shit, did I really just think that?
The sensation builds, making my knees tremble as I hold it in place, surrendering. I grind against it, coaxing the pleasure from deep in my core, and I visualize them. Their masks. His fingers pinching my nipples and kneading my breasts. Their power and animalistic desire to take whatever they want when they want it. I recall how his spit sounded, slathering his cock, and how his eyes stayed locked on me while he touched himself. It brings me a sick sense of enjoyment, knowing my body has that effect on a monster.
I writhe around as my orgasm arrives hard and fast at the memory of his cum spraying my skin. Claiming me as his.Fuck. This is exactly what they wanted. Finished, I lie, panting, disgusted at doing what he predicted, while simultaneously more satisfied than I’ve ever felt before.
Wailing sirens bring me out of my blissful haze. I throw the vibrator back into the drawer and race to the window. Blue lights fill my room, casting flashing shadows across the pink walls.
I gasp in horror at the scene. “Shit…”
The Holt mansion is ablaze. Wild, uncontrollable jumping flames fill the skyline. The fire devours the building, feasting on their possessions. Two fire trucks have pulled out front. The crew shout and work together, but it’s already too late.
Thuds down the hallway grow closer.
“Erin!” Dad yells, throwing open my door. He’s dressed in a full suit, while Mom stands behind him in her flimsy silk slip. “We need to go.”
Shaking, I grab a hoodie to put over my pajama short set and fumble into sliders before racing out after my parents.
A firefighter is already waiting to greet us.
“You need to wait on the sidewalk until we get the fire under control,” he says. “The wind is blowing eastward. There’s a risk that the trees on your property border might be ignited by falling debris. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
We follow him onto the street. We’re not the only people up. The entire neighborhood has woken and left their beds to stare in morbid fascination as the Holts’ home burns.
“How did it happen?” Mom asks.
“It’s too early to say, ma’am,” he replies. “Hopefully, we’ll have answers soon.”
“Did everyone make it out?” I ask.
“Just about,” he replies. “The son had to climb out of a window. He almost got trapped inside. He’s a lucky guy.”
