Page 104 of My Turn

“Ride me, Alana.”

She obeyed, her quickening breaths hitting my ear and making me shiver. I squeezed her ass tightly, guiding her movements- harder, faster, then slow again. I could tell by the cadence of her breathing that she was getting closer.

Grabbing her ponytail, I pulled her head back. She looked into my eyes with parted lips and flushed cheeks. She searched my face as if she could see straight through the mask.

“What do you see?” I asked.

Something crossed her features- uncertainty, anger, pleasure, or all of the above. It was impossible to decipher. Gently, I laid her down and pushed back inside of her.

“Stop,” she said.

“Stop what? If you mean fucking you, the answer is always no.”

She moaned, her fingers digging into my back. I wished I wasn’t wearing the sweatshirt so I could feel her nails on my skin.

“You’re being soft,” she went on.

My hands traveled under her cami, drifting over her smooth skin. “And why shouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’re not him right now.”

I stopped breathing. It was a possibility before I came in here, of course, but if she knew, why hadn’t she said anything until now? I didn’t trust it. This wasn’t how she should be acting. She shouldn’t be letting me fuck her like this, as if everything was normal.

When I started to move back, she sat up and wrapped her arms around me. “Jayce.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

All of my plans converged, crashing together in a massive, flaming heap. None of them were good plans, even though I wouldn’t let myself see it at the time. Break and reforge her, make her fall in love with both sides of me, make her run into my arms- they were all flawed in countless ways. And it was infinitely more unnerving that I had no idea which rules we were following right now. This specific scenario wasn’t one I’d considered, at least not like this. When I thought about herfinding out prematurely, I imagined her stabbing me in the jugular or screaming and running to the police.

This… What the fuck was happening?

I shook my head, unable to figure it out right now. Instead, I flipped her onto her stomach and thrust inside of her again.

“Jayce.”

I fucked her harder, forcing the breath from her. When she tried to brace herself with her hands, I held onto the back of her neck. A major part of me feared this would be the last time she’d let me touch her like this. Why’d she text Erebus? Why put on the act?

Maybe she was setting me up. I looked around, but there weren’t any visible cameras and no flashing lights outside. I grabbed her phone off the nightstand without slowing. When I unlocked it, there were no apps running.

Again, I wondered what would happen after this. I couldn’t lose her. Iwouldn’t. Alana Monroe would never escape me. Even in death, I would find her, and if I had to thrust hooks through both of us to bind us together, I would do it without hesitation.

“Jayce, you’re hurting me,” she whimpered.

Releasing her neck, I grabbed onto her hips, yanking her back with every one of my thrusts. She cried out and dug her fingers into the mattress. I could hear the sheets tear under her grip. With a frustrated growl, I pulled out of her and rolled her over.

“Do you want me?” I demanded.

Tears streamed down her face as she stared up at me. “I don’t know.”

“Then why ask me to come here?”

“I had to know… for sure.”

“You’re playing games.”

She wouldn’t answer and I was tired of waiting. Reaching up, I ripped off the mask and flung it across the room. Her eyes widened, even though she already knew what would beunderneath. I wanted to throttle her for all of this bullshit but as always, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her. Not really.

Taking her by the throat, I moved my hips forward. As soon as I kissed her, she wrapped her legs around my waist. And it waseverything.