happened. If I could manage to get back outside, I could blend into the crowds and sneak away.
“I can tell how good you’ll be at sucking my cock.” His hoarse words against my ear sent a whole different kind of fear through me. A delicious fear. I’d never given anyone a blowjob before, and here I was, about to experiment on Carter Blackthorne.
My trembling hand went to his jeans, but he stilled it. “Not yet. We’ve got all night.”
All night? A shot of panic zipped through my body.
No! No, I couldn’t be stuck with him for a whole night. He’d find out who I was, for sure.
6
Carter tugged his mask back down over his face and put his hood over the top. I could feel the heat of his gaze slide across my body as he adjusted my leotard, pushing the straps up so my breasts were no longer exposed. He paused a moment, before gripping me firmly and spinning me around so my back was to him. As he walked us both through the maze of the haunted house, I could do nothing but stumble along in front of him, his hold on me was so tight.
An exit sign flashed up ahead, and I breathed a sigh of relief. As we staggered out through the door, slamming it on a guy running at us with a chainsaw in his hands, I attempted to twist away from Carter, scared of what he’d do to me when he found out who I was.
My struggles only made him tug me harder against him, and I hissed. “I love your fight. Maybe even more than your fear.” I could hear the excitement in his tone as he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, sending all the blood rushing to my head.
He stalked down to the side of the haunted house before putting me down, still holding me against him, his hand around my throat again.
I stared up at him, his eyes unreadable behind his mask as he looked down at me.
“Your heart’s beating so fast. Scared?”
I nodded. There was no denying it. Although I could guarantee that he had no idea that the majority of my fear had nothing to do with the way he held me helpless against him, and everything to do with what would happen once he found out who I was.
He laughed, pleased. Psycho. “Good. Now, are you gonna tell me your name?”
No. I couldn’t. “Let’s stay anonymous,” I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper. Would he recognise my voice?
He studied me, then shrugged, releasing his grip on my throat. His whole demeanour went from imposing to relaxed, and it threw me. “If that’s how you want to play it. Can you at least tell me what school you go to? I know it’s not Alstone High, because I definitely would have remembered you.”
My relief at his words combined with an undercurrent of disbelief. While I was glad that he seemed oblivious, how could he not know it was me? Then again, even Lena hadn’t recognised me to begin with, and there was no way anyone would suspect I was here. “No. Not Alstone High,” I managed.
“In that case, we should make the most of tonight. Come on.” He stared at me for a moment. “Don’t want you being caught on camera.”
What?
He tugged me away from the haunted house, his grip tight on my wrist, but not bruising as it had been previously. We weaved between stalls and ended up outside a small red-and-white striped tent, completely out of place among the neon glow of the other rides and stalls. A chalk sign on a stake outside simply said “Fortune Teller.” Pushing the canvas aside, Carter ducked through the flap of the fortune teller’s small, dimly lit tent, nodding to the heavily made-up woman inside. Tight black curls tumbled around her lined face, her fingers heavy with ornate rings as she shuffled the cards in her hands. She nodded back, throwing him a wink, her eyes glittering in the flickering candlelight as she took me in with her shrewd, dark gaze. We passed her in a flash, round behind a curtain into the back area.
“Aunt Marie.” Carter voiced his reply to my unspoken question as he knelt down, rummaging in a duffel bag. “Not really my aunt. She lives in the old Cutler house, the one they say is haunted? Me and my friend Kian used to go trick-or-treating at