Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

My mouth fell open, I stopped breathing, and I couldn’t piece together one fucking coherent thought. Kai...

I spun around to bolt, but there he was. He stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in jeans, a black hoodie, and his silver skull mask.

I halted, rearing back as I gasped. “Wha…”

Everything was black. He was merely a shape. The dark clothes, the shroud of night, the black of his eyes…only the whites were visible, letting me know there was a man in there.

“Kai…” I held out my hands. Fuck, why couldn’t I think?!

A silvery tingle hit me low, and I clenched my thighs, suddenly feeling like I had to go to the bathroom.

He slowly stalked toward me, putting one foot in front of another, and I scrambled with shaking hands, snatching my blade out of my pocket.

“Back the fuck off!” I choked out, holding the blade in front of me.

But he just kept walking, each stop in perfect time, until I was against the wall, right outside the master bedroom.

He didn’t stop, and I darted out, growling. “I’m not scared of you.”

He cocked his head, his mask seeming to say “Oh, yes, you are.”

The space between us got smaller and smaller, and I lashed, trying to scare him. He grabbed my hand, though, and I cried out as he tore the blade from my fingers, flinging it off over the railing. I heard it clatter to the ground, somewhere downstairs.

Pinning my wrists to the wall at my sides, he pressed his body into mine and held me to the wall.

I sucked in air, short and fast, because my chest couldn’t expand with him on me like that.

And he just stayed there.

His head tilted down at me.

Watching me.

I couldn’t even hear him breathe. The only sound he was alive was the rise and fall of his chest against mine.

“What do you want with me?” I breathed out, sobs lodged in my throat.

What wasn’t he saying anything?

The house moaned around us as the wind kicked up again and whirred through the little cracks in the walls.

And I was just there. Alone, no one for miles, and a mask hovering over me and feeling like a knife at my throat.

Fuck, I was scared. Oh, God, oh, God…

Sweat broke out over my back, and heat spread down my legs where his body touched mine. Our thighs layered, one of his between both of mine, my chest becoming sensitive and aware of the heat of his body. His groin was pressed against mine and the pressure increased between us, even though we weren’t moving.

Fuck…

And I still couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe, because I was throbbing everywhere. My body was pulsing and heating, and I wanted to scream, bite, and…

Give in.

Why didn’t I want to run?

I let my head fall forward, into his chest, exhausted and hungry and wanting to dig my claws into something.

“I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’m scared of you even with your mask off.”