My thumb grazes over her nipple until it’s pointed beneath my touch. Even asleep, her back arches slightly, craving more. I smirk at the camera. “See how well you respond to me? Such a good, good girl.”

  This part of the video will make her hands curl into fists, her teeth grinding together as she cusses me out and calls me a bastard. I can’t wait for her to watch our video for the first time.

  My lips brush over her nipple before my tongue flicks out, circling that sensitive nub. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good. I’m going to devour every inch of you.”

  When I suck her into my mouth, a drowsy whimper emanates from her throat. I suck harder, pulling her tit up until dropping it, relishing in the way her flesh wobbles with the movement. I can’t wait to watch her glorious tits bounce as I fuck her.

  I move back and forth between her tits, unable to get enough of them as I lick and suck and bite, leaving hickeys for her to find when she wakes. “I bet you’re already so wet for me, pretty girl.”

  Grabbing her hips, I tug her to the end of the bed and flash a smile at the camera. “Should I ruin this pair of panties too?”

  My mouth latches onto her thigh, her skin silky soft and mouthwatering. She’ll find more bruises here when she wakes up, from my mouth and fingers. I nip my way up to her panties before grazing my nose over her clit, breathing her in. Beneath my palms, her thighs tremble.

  “You want my mouth, don’t you? You want me to lick your pussy, make you come so hard you wake up just long enough to watch me slide my cock inside you before you pass out again.” I curl a finger in her panties, tugging them to the side to reveal her perfect pussy. Bare, pale pink, and glistening. I can’t help the groan that escapes. “Oh, little demon. You’re so ready for me. So ready to get fucked.”

  I can already anticipate her shouted Bastard! The thought makes me grin before my tongue darts out, her sweet arousal flooding my taste buds. My cock strains in my jeans. If she’s this responsive to me while unconscious, she’ll be dripping for me when she’s awake.

  “Not another day will go by that I don’t fuck you with my tongue.” I lick up to her clit, swirling the tip around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

  She hisses, thighs clamping involuntarily against my head. Her moan is louder this time. A murmured attempt to speak.

  “What’s that, pretty girl?” I tease. “You want me to suck your clit? Want me to make you come?”

  I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Her pelvis jerks up, body desperate for more even as her mind has no idea what’s happening. Maybe she’s having a wet dream about me. I’ll make her tell me all about it when she wakes up.

  Then I’ll make it come true.

  ”You’re the girl I've been waiting for. Searching for. Just as unhinged and depraved as I am. A girl who loves mixing pain with pleasure.” I bite at her clit before sliding a finger inside her, those tight, wet walls clamping down. “Who wants to be taken like this. Who fantasizes about everything I plan on doing to her. Every single, fucked-up thing.”

  I switch between licking and sucking her clit as I pump my finger inside her before sliding in another. My jaw starts to ache, but I don’t care how long it takes. I’m going to fulfill her every fantasy, make her come while she’s blissfully unaware of what’s happening to her.

  Her pussy pulses around my fingers. She’s getting close. “That’s it, pretty girl. Come all over my face.”

  As if my words command her, her pussy pulses again once, twice, before spasming violently. A flood of arousal coats my fingers as I pump them wildly. Her eyes don’t fly open, but her back arches and her moan fills the quiet room.

  When she’s awake, I’ll make her moan my name.

  I keep sucking her clit until the pulses of her pussy slow and her walls relax as she sinks back onto the bed.

  My fingers slide out of her and I saunter over to the camera, holding them up for display. “Look what I do to you. Even in your dreams.”

  The taste of her arousal makes my eyes roll as I lick my fingers and suck every drop of her off them.

  Grabbing my mask from my desk, I stride back over to her motionless body. I flip her on her side and yank her panties down just enough to reveal the flesh of her glorious, round ass and sink my teeth in.

  A hiss escapes her, but she can’t fight off my love bite.

  I flip her on her back again and slip my mask on. My palms caress the smooth skin of her thighs, spread open for me. “Time to ruin your panties, little demon.”

  I pull my cock free of my jeans, the head already swollen with need and a bead of precum glistening. I’m aching to pump her full, but that will have to wait until I fulfill my promise to ruin another pair of her panties. Soon enough, I’ll make sure she won’t have any left. No need for an extra layer between us.

  A groan escapes when I grind my tip against the soaked fabric. The thin piece of cotton is all that separates us. I rub my cock against her, memories of the night at the haunt flooding back. Of the night at the carnival on my bike. The way she wrapped her legs around me and yanked me close. The way her body shuddered and the screams escaped past her lips as the orgasm wracked through her.

  My balls tighten, cum desperate to shoot out and coat her. After I ruin her panties, I’ll make sure the rest of her body is doused in it. Marking her for exactly what she is. Mine.

  She murmurs something, but I can’t understand what. “Say it again,” I pant, pumping my cock and ready to lose myself.

  The whispered word comes again, still indecipherable. Then⁠—

  “Trey.”

  At my name on her lips, pleasure explodes through me, cum spurting and shooting out onto her panties, painting them from black to white. I brace a hand against her hip as I groan. “That’s my good fucking girl. Say my name.”

  My heart pounds with every stroke, with every drop of cum that stains her panties. I drag air into my lungs, and I’ve barely lost the erection when the blood and adrenaline start pumping again. I need to paint the rest of her body. Need to be inside her. Need to fuck her so hard she can’t walk the next day without remembering exactly who was inside her.

  I slowly push her panties to the side, keeping as much of my cum clinging to the fabric as I can. I want it to dry there. Become a permanent stain. I want to mark her forever. “Now, just like I promised. You’re next.”

  Chapter 9

  Juliet

  Above me, the ceiling sways back and forth as I slowly stir to consciousness.

  Between my legs, a raw ache builds, my thighs slick. My tits sway up and down.

  Heart hammering harder with every bleary-eyed blink, I finally discover what woke me.

  My masked man. His neon-red mask a stark contrast to the dimness of the room. Still fully clothed as he fucks me.

  I mumble something that’s supposed to be what the fuck, but I can’t form the words, the effects from the spiked drink he gave me still lingering.

  My pussy pulses as he thrusts into me, his groan echoing behind his mask. One hand holds up my leg, gripping my thigh so hard I’ll find fingerprint bruises there tomorrow. His thumb rubs my clit and makes pleasure zip all the way to my scalp. “You love my cock inside you, huh, pretty girl? You’re soaking the bed.”

  Pleasure shouldn’t be bolting up my spine at his groan, his words. At the sight of him fucking me. Who knows how long he’s been inside me.

  I want to be asleep and taken advantage of. Why the fuck did I have to tell him that? Why does it feel so fucking good? This is what I fantasized about with Marcus but a million times better. My most depraved wishes actually brought to reality this time.

  He chuckles when he notices me stirring to consciousness. “Welcome to your fantasy, little demon.”

  My first thought is bastard, but the name I mumble is “R-Romeo.”

  His hips stutter at the name. The name he told me to call him. The unhinged Romeo to my psycho Juliet.

  But for some reason, his thrusts grow harder. Punishing. Like that’s not the name he wants to hear from my lips while he’s inside me.

  His cock is enormous, nearly splitting me in two. Arousal slides down my skin to soak the bed, just like he said. I didn’t expect the next time he fucked me to be while I was asleep, but I guess I should’ve after I opened my stupid mouth and confessed my darkest fantasies to him.

  Despite the pleasure pumping through my veins and my pulse picking up speed, my eyelids grow heavy again. I’m going to pass out.

  No. I’m not ready. As fucked up as this is, I want to come with him inside me. I want to see the fantasy through to the end.

  “You’re going to wake up later with my cum all over you.” His voice is raspy with desire, on the verge of release.

  “F . . . fuck . . . off,” I manage.

  I don’t doubt he’s dying to paint me in his cum. Dying to leave every inch of my skin sticky with it. He’s so deranged, beyond fucked up, and I should be running for the hills.

  Yet no part of me wants to run.

  Trembling and weak, I manage to wrap my leg around his waist long enough to tug him closer before it falls to the bed again.

  That’s all the encouragement he needs.

  He scoops up my limp body and tosses me further up the bed, giving me no time to recalibrate, no time for my head to stop spinning before he’s on top of me again, slamming back inside me.

  My mouth falls open, a cry escaping. A mix of pain and pleasure. He leans over me, bracing himself as our flesh smacks together, his mask filling my vision. The wetness between my legs dampens the sheet beneath my ass as the pleasure mounts each time his pelvis collides with my clit.

  I try to say his name again but only manage to get out “Ro—” before he covers my mouth with his hand.

  “Shut up, beautiful.” He keeps pumping into me, relentless. The ache is starting to burn now. I’m going to be waddling by the time he’s through with me. “Don’t say another fucking word. The only thing I want to hear from these lips are your moans and screams.”

  With the other hand, he squeezes my tit. I wince. He already knows exactly what I like—a healthy dose of pain mixed with pleasure. Being fucked like I’m little more than a toy built for him.

  I’ll get my revenge. Use him exactly the way he’s using me.

  My thighs start to shake when I can’t take it anymore, the pleasure cresting to the breaking point.

  His sinister chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. He can already sense it. “That’s it. Come for me again. Let me hear how loud my cock makes you scream.”

  I try to bite back the scream, try not to give him the satisfaction, but my body is nearly entirely out of my control now. A sound that’s half-moan, half-wail rips from my throat, drowning out the slap of our bodies colliding over and over as he thrusts into me.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I love that sound. I live for that sound.”

  My tits bounce faster as he picks up speed, chasing his orgasm as mine barrels through me. Pleasure bursts like fireworks behind my eyelids, too heavy to keep them open any longer. My heart will be just as bruised as my insides from slamming against my ribcage.

  Slick sweat coats my back, the sheet beneath me a mess with our bodily fluids.

  He gives one of my bouncing tits a hard, echoing smack, and I wish I could smack him, but my arms are weighed down by anvils. The pleasure tugs me back under the surface again, the tide coming in to drown me.

  When his cock suddenly jerks out of me, my eyes fly open at the sharp pain. He gives one tug on that intimidating, glistening length before a shot of hot cum darts out, splattering onto one of my tits. Then between them. Into my belly button.

  My teeth grind together. I’m going to get him back for this. I can’t fucking wait.

  He doesn’t stop until he’s pumped every drop of cum from his cock, nearly every part of my body sticky with it. Fucking bastard. Wait until he discovers what kind of hellion he’s unleashed.

  “You’re . . . dead,” I grind out before the current starts to pull me under again. I can’t keep my eyes open much longer as my pulse starts to slow, back to a steady, lulling rhythm.

  When he climbs off the bed and straightens, I brace myself for what he’s going to do to me next. But his hand doesn’t reach for me—it reaches up, brushing the bottom of his mask. “It’s time you found out whose cock you love having inside you.”

  My chest squeezes. Is this another one of his games, or is he really going to reveal his face?

  I’m not sure I want to know. Not sure I can stomach finally identifying my masked man. What if this reveal ruins everything? What if I’m horrified by the face beneath the mask?

  Slowly, he pulls the mask up, my heart pounding with every agonizing inch.

  A sharp chin. A devilish smirk across full, devastating lips. A regal nose and prominent cheekbones. And a pair of electric green eyes just beneath dark brows and a swoop of chestnut hair.

  My heart stops.

  Trey Lamont.

  Motherfucker.

  A buzzing sound rattles my eardrums before I register the tiny, needle-sharp vibrations on my arm. An eerie glow from a laptop is the only source of light in the room. The screen displays a video of a sleeping girl on a bed, naked save for a pair of panties.

  You are perfection, Juliet Hayes. The voice from the video is all too familiar. The man on the screen kisses at the camera, and my hands ball into fists.

  Nearly my entire body is sticky with sweat, and my ass cheek and arm sting. When I manage to lift my head, I spot the trail of dried cum. My stomach turns. His mark is all over me—my chest, my tit, my stomach, my thigh, my pelvis. He has my wrists tied to my ankles, rendering me unable to escape even if I wanted to.

  He’s hunched over my arm, the mask long discarded to reveal the sharp, devastating slopes of his cheeks that end at a serrated jawline and hard chin. His wolfish green eyes are entirely focused on my skin, the tattoo gun in his hand buzzing.

  On the screen, he peels the pasties from my nipples and grazes his thumb over one. See how well you respond to me? Such a good, good girl.

  Goddamnit. He’s right.

  My nails bite into my palms. If this is how he wants to play the game, I’ll give him a worthy opponent. He’ll regret ever starting this shit with me.

  Trey Lamont. He’s been the man beneath the mask this whole time. Held me at knifepoint while he forced me to my knees and made me blow him. Threw me down onto a stack of hay and dry-humped me until I came. Fucked me on his bike after witnessing me kill a man. Drugged me and somehow got me back to his bedroom, where he’s been holding me for god knows how long. He fucked me, left his cum on my body, and now he’s tattooing me.

  They said he was psychotic, unhinged, but I underestimated him. I thought there was no way he was as deranged as I am. But maybe I’ve finally met my match.

  I grit my teeth. “Get . . . off me.”

  He chuckles but doesn’t bother looking up from his handiwork. “I’m almost finished. One more letter.”

  What the fuck is he writing? I blink a few times, clearing my eyes of the haze. Little demon.

  Just another way for him to mark me as his. Bastard.

  On the screen, he licks my nipple. Fuck, you taste so fucking good. I’m going to devour every inch of you. I bet you’re already so wet for me, pretty girl. He tugs my motionless body to the end of the bed. Should I ruin this pair of panties too?

  I still don’t understand his fascination with me. Was that night at the haunt really all it took? He found a girl who was at least half as fucked up as he is, memorized the whispers of her darkest fantasies, and decided to make them come true by whatever means necessary? Decided I’m the one he’s been searching for and now he’ll hunt me forever?

  The craziest part is I’m not terrified by the prospect. An impossible, manic smile sneaks across my lips, but I force it away.

  In the video, he sucks on my thighs and grazes his nose over my clit. You want my mouth, don’t you? You want me to lick your pussy, make you come so hard you wake up just long enough to watch me slide my cock inside you before you pass out again. He tugs my panties to the side. Oh, little demon. You’re so ready for me. So ready to get fucked.

  “Bastard!”

  He chuckles. “I knew you’d say that.”

  Not another day will go by that I don’t fuck you with my tongue. Watching him tease my clit with his tongue makes warmth pool low in my belly. I shouldn’t be getting this turned on by watching him have his way with me while I’m passed out, but I want him to fuck me all over again.

  The drowsy version of me murmurs something unintelligible. What’s that, pretty girl? You want me to suck your clit? Want me to make you come?

  He fulfills his promise, and now, I groan involuntarily.

  You’re the girl I've been waiting for. Searching for. Just as unhinged and depraved as I am. A girl who loves mixing pain with pleasure. Who wants to be taken like this. Who fantasizes about everything I plan on doing to her. Every single, fucked-up thing. He licks and sucks my clit while fingering me, and I’m completely turned on all over again. That’s it, pretty girl. Come all over my face.

  Apparently, I do, back arching as my moans echo from the laptop. Heat crawls up from my chest to my cheeks as I watch how easily I respond to his every touch, every command.

  He leaves my body once I’ve come down from the orgasm and saunters over to the camera with a shit-eating grin, holding up his glistening fingers. Look what I do to you. Even in your dreams.

  Then he returns to my unconscious body, turns me onto my side to display my ass to the camera, and bites down on my exposed flesh.

  My hand jerks to smack him, but the restraints are too tight. “Asshole! That’s why my ass hurts.”

 

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