Page 28 of Unmasking Mayhem


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She nods, the spark of shared understanding flaring to life. “Okay,” she whispers, the spark igniting something within her as well. “Okay.”

It’s a fragile beginning, but it’s a beginning nonetheless. And with each kiss shared, with every whispered promise of loyalty and protection, I know that we’re on the cusp of something much bigger than just our love for one another. We're on the path to wielding our destinies against a world designed to keep us apart.

But first, I’m going to fucking tear down everything that kept us in the dark.

I don't bother taking my time undressing her; I rip off her clothes and throw them across the room, pushing her onto the bed. She watches as I strip off everything but my mask, her eyes piercing heavily, wanting to see the real me underneath. I lean down, hovering over her, my cock rubbing up and down her wet pussy, and shivers rock my body, just wanting to slam right into her and have her pussy swallow me whole.

"Tell me what you want, Whitney." I push the tip against her entrance, my piercings hitting her clit and making her body jerk; I know she wants it, but she's nervous to say it—of reclaiming the life we thought we lost.

“Havoc, please,” she breathes, arching her back as she tries to knock me off my resolve.

There’s a fire in her eyes, daring me, begging me to take her, and it fuels the wild thing inside me that has always yearned for her.

“What do you want?” I press again, deliberately teasing her.

My body is taut with anticipation, every nerve ending thrumming with the promise of claiming her fully. I relish the moment, drunk on the possibilities of what we could be again.

"Let me tell you what I fucking want," I spit, squeezing her throat tighter and watching her cheeks turn rosy red. "I want to fuck you, Whitney, and I can't fucking wait any longer."

“Please,” she gasps, the word barely escaping her lips, yet it hangs in the air between us, heavy with longing and desperation.

That one little word pulls an involuntary growl from deep within my chest, spurring me on. My thumb brushes over the pulse point in her neck, feeling the quickened thumps of her heartbeat under my skin.

“Please what?” I challenge, teasing her edge, relishing in the power I hold.

It feels wrong and right all at once, like everything I've held back over the years is now spilling over, forming a tidal wave of need between us. Her brow furrows, vulnerability flickering across her face.

“I want… I want you,” she finally admits, her voice breaking like glass but shining with resolve. It’s the answer I’ve been waiting for, and my heart races, a primal satisfaction surging within me.

“Good girl,” I growl, sinking inside her with one smooth thrust, her body enveloping me, the warmth and tightness seeping into every crevice of my mind. I can’t help but let out a low groan as I push deeper, claiming her like she was always meant to be mine.

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl, an explicit promise laced with an insatiable hunger. “I’m not letting you go again. Not now, not ever.”

“Yours,” she breathes, her voice thick with emotion, each syllable a prayer in the throes of passion, binding us together as one.

“Say it again,” I demand, my voice hoarse with the intensity of the moment. “Let me hear you say it while I’m inside you.”

“I’m yours!” she cries, her voice breaking, transforming into a symphony that resonates between us—the declaration spins the air around us, driving me to the point of madness.

I can’t fucking hold back, not now, not ever again. The way she moans sends ribbons of desire coursing through me. I tighten my grip around her wrists, pinning them above her head as my movements start to quicken, powerful and fierce, echoing the years we spent apart—the anguish, the loss, and the desperate longing that had built like a dam ready to burst. She writhes beneath me, a breath of fire escaping her lips.

“Havoc!” she cries out, her body rocking against mine, desperate for more, urging me to take control.

I give her what she wants. I pull back until just the tip of my cock remains before slamming back in with ferocity, feeling the rush of pleasure wash over both of us. Her moans flutter in the air, intermingling with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Each thrust is an anthem of reclaiming what was stolen from us: our time, our innocence, and our right to each other.

Hawk leans back against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smile playing on his lips, but I barely register him. My focus narrows solely on Whitney—the girl who has always been my gravity. The girl I’d do anything to keep safe, no matter the cost.

“Tell me again, baby,” I demand, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in, the fullness of her pussy pulsing around me, drawing the beast within to the forefront. “Tell me you fucking want this.”

“I want you,” she gasps, eyes rolling back with sheer ecstasy. “I want all of this.”

It’s as if my soul ignites at her words, propelling me into a frenzy of movement, a dance of raw need and brutal intensity. I lose myself in the rhythm, in the electric connection that binds us tighter than chains ever could. I can’t hold back; I thrust harder and deeper, drowning in her cries while I try to drive out the memories of all the bullshit we’ve been through. Her walls constrict around me as I pound into her, and I lose all semblance of gentle restraint. The mask feels suffocating now; I suppress the urge to rip it off, wanting to reveal the man behind it, but I know that revealing all at once would only add weight to the moment.

“Harder,” she pleads, her hips rising to meet mine in desperation. “I want more.”

With a growl, I give in completely, my instincts taking over. I slam into her, feeling her body quiver with each thrust as I pull at the strings tethering her to who she used to be and who she’s becoming right here and now. My name spills from her lips likea mantra, each repetition pulling me deeper into this delicious chaos between us.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, edging her on, finding that sweet spot that would send her spiraling over the edge. “Let go for me.”