No Place to Hide (Havoc's Playground, #1)

by Harper Ashley

“Should I be worried about getting kidnapped, Jackson? You mentioned a criminal record.” I laugh. “Not at all, princess.” I wait a few beats before speaking again. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

“It’s dark and quiet back here. I could snatch you up and take you. I doubt anyone would hear your screams over the rides.”

“If you are still here when I come back, I promise I’ll give you what you want. You wanna stop having to be you for the night? I’ll show you what it's like to be someone else.”

“I wanted your first orgasm to be your own.” His voice sounds muffled, my ears still ringing from the release. “The rest will be on my terms.”

I’ve had nightmares that started out like this. A monster has me in their clutches and I break free, running for my life, pleading with the gods to save me. This isn’t a nightmare though, and this monster is very much real. There is no waking up from this. The scariest part is that I’m not sure I would want to wake up.

Fuck it. That should be enough time. Rule #4: Don’t trust a word that comes out of my mouth. Alright, princess. Let’s play.

Right when she looks like she’s about to be pushed over the edge, I stop. Her head snaps up and she’s fucking gorgeous with murder in her eyes.

“You’re such a little freak, Blair. How does this feel, being my own personal cum slut? Letting me use your body any way I fucking want.” I thrust once more, deep, knowing that’s all she needs to shatter apart. “Come for me, princess. Show me how good you feel.”

“Breathe through it, princess. You got it. You’re so fucking gorgeous right now. Keep coming for me like a good girl.”

She’s out of her mind if she thinks I’m climbing up that thing. I looked everywhere I could think of, including three separate trash cans. I didn’t think she would scale an entire fucking Ferris wheel.

“You’re my dirty little slut, princess. This isn't over yet. You just happen to be lucky that it’s also your reward.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask. Something dark shimmers in his eyes and it sends a chill over my body. “Yes,” he replies, offering me a sickly sweet smile.

“That’s right. Crawl for me, Blair. Crawl like the pathetic little slut you are.”

“I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough of you, Blair,” he rasps against the back of my neck. “For once in my life, I may need more than just one night.”

“Why are you like this? I swear, you’re the most frustrating person I know.” “So are you! Blair, the more you talk, the softer I get. Please shut the fuck up.” Her eyes narrow before she stomps off. “I said please!” I shout after her, throwing my hands up.

“My filthy little slut. Stop being scared of yourself. Say you’re mine. Tell me I can keep you.”

There is no good way to answer that question. Oh, yeah, Mallory. I allowed myself to be completely and utterly stripped naked by a stranger in a carnival, both literally and figuratively. He screwed my brains out all over that fucking place. He degraded me, tied me up, locked me in a cage, and dragged me across the floor like a human-sized doll. And you know what? I fucking loved it.