Page 60 of Shadowed With Fear

“What was that?” Liz’s hushed voice asks frantically.

“Nothing. Nothing.” I replied with a smile. A light caress of fingers down my spine causes me to shiver.

“Dahlia,” Liz croaks. “Where are you?”

I squeezed her arm. “I’m right beside you. I’m touching your arm.”

She sucks in a sharp breath before stuttering. “You aren’t touching me, D.”

My stomach drops as an arm wraps around my waist. A shriek rips from my throat before his hand closes around my mouth. He drags me quickly off to the side, his steady breath in my ear, blowing strands of her against my neck.

I giggle uncontrollably behind his hand, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. The rough material rubbing against them each time I struggle to take in a sharp breath, only causing weak moans to pour from my mouth.

A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest against my back. “You’re liking this aren’t you, sweet girl?”

I nod against his hand, and he groans.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Dahlia. Do you know what that does to me?” He presses his hips against my ass, and I moan at the feel of his hard length.

“I should punish you. Really give you something to be scared about,” he hisses into my ear, and I whimper, rubbing my ass against his cock. “But I think you’d like that too fucking much. Wouldn’t you?”

My thighs rub together as I writhe in his arms.

“What should I do with you? Hmm?”

The cool plastic of his mask touches my neck, making me gasp. It’s getting harder to breathe. His touch, his smell, his fucking dick rubbing against my ass. The hand over my mouth and the sound of screams coming from all around us. It’s too fucking much.

I tap his jean clad thigh, and he releases my mouth.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. No, I don’t want you to stop.”

He groans grasping my face between his hands. His big, warm, strong fucking hands.

“What do you want, Dahlia?”

I swallow thickly, my mouth watering.

“I want you to fuck my face.”

Shadow makes a strangled noise deep in his chest, his hand shooting out to wrap sharply around my throat.

I swallow and he moans at the feeling of my throat moving in his palm.

“Say that again, sweet girl. I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

I smirk, tilting my head up at him. My eyes have adjusted slightly, but there’s a thin gap in the boarded-up window of the room he took me into. The lights from outside cast enough light I can see the outline of his mask staring down at me with vacant empty eyes.

“I want you. To. Fuck. My. Face. Shadow.” I whisper, leaning closer with each word until I’m a breath away from where his mouth is beneath the mask.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, the fingers gripping my throat twitching.

“Do it,” I murmur touching his fingers. “Choke me, Shadow. I know you want to.”

He growls, hand tightening, as he pushes me backward. My steps are unsteady as he forces me backward away from the little bit of light, further into the shadows.

My back slams against a wall roughly. Shadow’s hand pressing me flat. I moan, the noise catching, sending the vibration through his hand. He sucks in a sharp breath, trailing his other hand down my face, over my heaving chest, pausing to rub over my nipple.