Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(9)

The wind howls through the chimney, sending the tall flames into a frenzy, and the strands of lights on the tree begin to flicker.

Micah nudges me with his elbow, gesturing with a slight nod over to the couch. We slowly creep our way toward her, the small shadow on the wall giving her away. Until, suddenly, there’s a loud creak from the floor with my next step forward.

She rushes to her feet, pushing off the wall with force allowing her a head start. We chase after her through the dark house, and just as we turn a sharp corner, I catch her wrist.

Trying desperately to pull herself away, I gain full control, wrapping my arms around her petite frame. When suddenly, she backhands me right in the face, before making another run for it down another hall.

Jensen smirks once he takes notice of my bloody lip. “Feisty,” he remarks.

Micah steps beside me. “You good?”

Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I crookedly grin. “Never been better.”

The basement door has been left agape. We slowly descend the stairs, the sound of our footsteps putting the silence to an end.

And there she is, her back and palms pressed firmly to the wall.

“Nowhere else to hide, little Quinn?” I taunt, forcing myself into character. For her.

Anything for her.

“Leave me alone,” she stammers, releasing a shaky breath.

“You fucking hit me,” I laugh, mocking her.

“Did I?”

“You can stop this,” I assure her. “Just use your safe word and it’s over.”

“Don’t fucking pity me,” she snaps, glaring into my eyes as we approach her. “I can handle this, and you know it.”

Stepping forward, I leave her cornered, trapping her to the wall with my arms on both sides of her head. “Well, then,” I breathe, kicking open her legs. “You better put up one hell of a fight.”

There’s a spark within her beautiful green eyes. “What are you waiting for?”

Locking my fingers around her wrists, I lift her arms, pinning her to the wall. Leaning my body into her, she begins to struggle, almost breaking out of my grasp. Tossing her over my shoulder, she kicks her legs and flails her arms, before I place her onto the pool table.

Jensen and Micah hold her down by her arms while I settle my waist between her legs. She fights us hard, giving every ounce of strength she can muster.

Yet, she gets nowhere.

“Let me go,” she shouts, writhing her arms, trying to break free.

“Not a chance,” I say, removing her pajama bottoms and letting them fall to the floor. Arching an eyebrow, I let out a low rumble of a laugh. “No panties.” Spreading her thighs with my hands, I drown in the sight of her pink, glistening pussy, wanting nothing more than to fucking devour her. “You want me to taste this sweet little cunt, don’t you?”

“No,” she moans, her breathing hitching.

Leaning down, I bury my face between her slick thighs, and a whimper of desperation escapes her. Pressing my tongue flat against her clit, I lick her teasingly, savoring my favorite meal. She bucks her hips, cries out, and then tries to pull away.

“Hold her fucking still,” I demand, yanking her to the edge.

Jensen and Micah slam her arms against the pool table, adjusting their positions to grant them a better grip.

“Stop,” she urges, as I slip my hands beneath her thigh, cupping her ass with my hand. “I don’t want this!”

Dipping my tongue inside her tight hole, I breathe hungrily against her flesh, reaching inside my sweatpants to pull out my dick.

“No,” she cries out, tensing against me. “Fucking stop! Stop! Stop!”

“Damien,” Micah snaps, unsure.

Lifting my gaze from her pussy, I set my eyes on his, flicking my tongue over her clit. Making a show of it. Harder, faster, finding her favorite rhythm that she can never seem to get enough of.

“No,” she pants, grinding herself against my mouth. “Don’t let me come.”

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” I groan, thrusting two fingers inside her with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. “You’re going to fucking come for me.”

Forcing her arms above her head, they pin her down with a bruising grip. Standing tall, I tower over her, thrusting my cock inside of her with one, long stroke. Not even giving her the time to adjust to my size, I fuck her without any shred of emotion.

I fuck her like I hate her.

But, oh God, how I…

Without warning, she screams. Loud. So loud, I’d be worried if we had any neighbors. But we don’t. We’re in the middle of nowhere, where nobody can hear her cries.

“Go on,” I tease, forcefully slamming into her, again and again. “Nobody can hear you.”

She lets out more screams, and her pussy clenches tight around my dick, letting me know she’s right there. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my knife. Pressing the tip of the blade against her throat, she becomes motionless, suddenly terrified to move.

To struggle.

“Now be a good little slut, and fucking come for me,” I command, rocking my hips as I thrust into her mercilessly. “Before I carve each of our initials into your skin as an infinite reminder of who you belong to.”

Suddenly, her eyes lock with mine. “Do it,” she challenges.