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I nod, licking my lips. “Yeah.” Kenan is momentarily distracted by something, or someone, over my shoulder.
I turn to face Killian, who is watching me carefully. “You been here before?”
How could he…
“Once,” I grind out, passing all of the abandoned rides.
The carousel remains in the middle of the main path, standing out against all other rides due to its sheer size. We continue down as we pass the old food stands and small tents where there’d been tarot readers, crystal readers, and even psychics. I pause when I see the old gold and red merry-go-round. The horses look the same, only aged. The old gold paint and bright red saddles have faded to a soft sepia, as if the rain had washed out all of the color. It was beautiful once. This whole park was.
“You know, Midnight Mayhem used to come back to perform in Kiznitch every six months when I was a kid.” Killian makes his way onto one of the horses, jumping the small gate.
I follow, climbing over the metal gate and landing on my feet. “I remember.”
Killian shakes his head, staring at me from above. “Why do I get the feeling you’re here to test me?”
“Test you?” I ask, my eyebrows raised. “Why would I be here to test you?”
Killian pulls out his bandana from his back pocket. He comes closer, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “Because you’re the one test I can’t solve.”
I hold my breath.
“Kill!” King hollers out from behind us. “Play time.”
Killian smirks, and I watch as he ties the bandana behind the back of his head, hiding his mouth. “Ready?”
“For what?” I ask, following him back out of the gate and down the dusty path with overgrown grass.
“The rules are simple.” Killian jumps up onto an old wooden table once we’re back with everyone, his military boots landing with a thud.
“Here we go…” Perse grumbles, folding her arms.
“What’s happening?” I whisper to her, making sure to watch Killian closely.
Killian glares at me. “Hide and seek, only you hide, and we seek…” Killian gestures to the three other brothers, as well as the Six Demons and the few others who work with us.
All the girls—and Kenan—shuffle in our spot.
“Your seeker is your master for twenty-four hours. You are completely at his mercy.”
I don’t like this game.
Perse rolls her eyes and takes a seat on the ground. “Well, I’m not ru
I look around at them all, hoping that someone, anyone except Killian, takes me.
Killian jumps down from the table. I jump at his sudden proximity. So close. He smirks at me, his eyes widening like a fucking maniac. “Run.”
“I—” Val grabs my hand and shoves me forward, and before I can protest, we’re ru
“Val!” I call out when she doesn’t stop ru
I pause, sucking in deep breaths as I take in my surroundings. Ducking and dodging old fallen plaster boards and tins of paint, I pull open a black curtain that must have been a back entrance for one of the rides. Old furniture is hidden by white sheets, spiderwebs strewn throughout.
I stop walking. Thousands and thousands of copies of myself peer back at me at different angles. A mirror maze. Cool, but not because I might get lost. Being lost has to be better than being at Killian’s mercy, so I do the next dumbest thing that I have done aside from sleeping with him. I get lost in the maze.
I should turn around, but when I hear someone scream from being captured, I jolt forward and take a hard left turn, desperate to have a few seconds alone with my thoughts. Why do I feel this way about Killian? He is everything that I should hate, and I do, underneath it all, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s only using me. He will get bored of me and move on, because he’s that kind of guy.
I keep walking until I freeze. Spi
My phone vibrates in my hand and I swipe it unlocked, seeing it’s Killian.
Kill: Where are you
I type out my reply. Not telling.
I smirk, while continuing to aimlessly walk around the maze. I want to get out, but I also don’t want to be captured by my nemesis.
My phone goes off again.
Killian: Don’t test me.
Before I can stop my fingers from flying over my phone, I type out, Or what?
He replies almost instantly. You really wa I pause, a stupid smile on my face. This. This is why I’m angry with myself. I’m typing out a reply and hooking another right when I slam into a hard chest. Traveling up the granite, tall exterior, I’m not at all surprised to find Killian glaring down at me. He tugs down his bandana so it’s resting around his neck, flashing me a cocky grin. “Answer my question…” “What question?” I ask, backing up until I’m slamming into a mirror. Both of his hands come to either side of my head. “Wa I straighten in defiance. “Your mind games won’t work on me.” “Oh.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip. “My mind games are the least of your worries.” “Really?” I can’t fight the smile on my mouth. As much as I want to, I can’t. His hand comes to my throat. “Really…” His lips skim over top of mine, his smirk pressing against all of the nerves. I swing my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. His hands glide down my side until they drop to my ass and he lifts me off my feet. I squeeze my legs around him. He kisses me hard as I grind over him, my nails digging into his back. Pulling back slightly, he lowers me to the ground. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I follow his instruction, turning until the side of my face is pressed against the mirror. He reaches for both of my wrists, forcing them behind my back. I feel something drape over them, so I crank my head over my shoulder. “Really?” I deadpan. “You’re going to tie me up in here.” He yanks on the knot until his bandana is tight around my wrists. His eyes meet mine in the mirror as the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. His hand comes to the back of my ass and he pulls down my yoga pants. “Kill…” I whisper, or rather whimper. Massaging my butt, he slaps me across my ass cheek and I wince at the unexpected pain. “Mmmm?” He’s trying to act i His finger glides over my folds before sliding inside. I hiss, my eyes rolling back. “Just fuck me,” I cry softly. My body reacts to Killian in a way that I can’t control. My eyes pop open when he retracts his finger and I watch in desire as he grins, bringing his finger to his mouth while shaking his head. “Maybe.” Then he pops it out between his lips. “Or maybe not.” Kicking my legs wide so I’m bending over with my hands bound, he drops to his knees between my legs and I cry out when his warm mouth massages over my pussy. “Oh my god.” He slows his movements, his tongue diving inside and curling against me. I toss and turn, needing to touch him. “Killian, I need—” Kill stands to his feet, wrapping my hair around his wrist and tugging my head back. He leans over me until his lips touch the back of my ear. “Need what, baby?” Baby. “You inside me…” I plead. “Please.” His fingers come to my entrance again and I turn my head over my shoulder, my hair falling down one side. “Killian!” I scream. “Now!”