Hide Me Darling (The Darling Games #2)

by Maree Rose

It might be wrong, but maybe I’m just not right in the head. I want this and I want it with them, even if it’s just for a little while.

“But we need to tend to the cuts and bruises. We can't have her waking yet until we’re finished and she’s alone again.”

I need to stop being distracted by masked men who fuck like demons from hell. Maybe I need an exorcism.

Maddie giggles, clearly amused by my dramatic response. "You might also need some more makeup," she points out, her tone teasing. "Your neck is a very pretty shade of bruised."

So much for the foundation’s staying power.

There needs to be fewer hot men on this island. Maybe I should just kill a couple off to reduce the options.

Killing people is not an appropriate response… hunting masked bloggers and being fucked senseless by them is not an appropriate response either…

I wanted to scrub that makeup from your pretty throat when I saw it today. Keep trying to hide our marks and see what happens, little shadow.

“I’m going to fuck you now, little shadow. I’m going to impale you on my cock and savor every delicious sound you make.” Jesus fucking christ, it would be helpful if my body didn’t betray me, throbbing in time with each movement and word. I had wanted answers, I had been determined to get them this time.

“I told you last night, I won’t always be gentle. This is one of those times that I’m going to hurt you, darling girl.”

Seriously, who needs the gym when you can simply have a masked man chase you through a carnival ground, then fuck you so good it hurts.

Those psycho masked men can kiss my almost completely bare ass. Oh but wait, that would require them to remove their masks, which the assholes won’t do.

“You don't get to tell me what I can or can't wear. I will wear whatever the hell I want, in front of whoever the hell I want to,” I snarl, and they only chuckle in response. How do these men make me feel so good, but also so downright furious at the same time?

"Because understanding this case requires more than just knowing the identity of the killer," he explains. "It requires understanding their motives, their methods. To truly grasp their darkness, you must be willing to confront your own."

"Rye?" I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.

"The blood, the footprints, the DNA, everything," Cain says, almost casually. "The tide rises, and with it, all traces of our activities vanish. It’s nature’s perfect cleanup crew."

Why is that the hottest, most possessive thing I’ve ever heard? And why is it such a fucking turn on?

"That's it, gag on it," he groans, his pace quickening.

“Take her home the long way, not via the beachfront. No one but us gets to see her like this,” my brother says, passing Hydessa back to me after I straighten my clothes, and I couldn’t agree more. “I’ll take care of the body.”

“Seeing our mark on your skin just makes me want to fuck you again,” Abel says suddenly, his voice low. I give him a droll look, my patience wearing thin. “My pussy can’t take much more of your obsession with it.” He tilts his head slightly, as if considering how to respond. “Your pussy isn’t the part of you that I’m obsessed with,” he says finally, his tone serious.

“Why me?” I press, frustration building. His gaze returns to me, his head tilting again. “You’ll know why soon enough.” My frustration finally snaps. “If you knew who was murdering tourists, why haven’t you taken them out?” I demand, my voice tinged with anger. “People have died since you started trying to get my attention.”

“What’s that saying? The reason you fall for the villain over the hero of a story is because the hero will choose the world over their lover but the villain will burn it down for insulting his queen… We aren’t good men, don’t mistake us for good men. We would burn it all down for you.”

Why can’t these assholes consider these things when they decide to RANDOMLY FUCKING BRAND ME??

What near death experience did the murderer I’m chasing experience to turn him into a killer?

Yes, sir. PSYCHO MASKED STALKERS Don’t play that game, Hydessa. Or that brand on your arm will be the least of your issues.

Turning to look behind me, I’m surprised by the neon green mask. Abel, why are you here, now?

"Dessa!" Abel yells, causing my blood to turn to ice. I freeze, barely able to breathe. “Don’t call me that. Never call me that.” I’m no longer shouting, but my breaths are heaving as I try to find a sense of control. “Only one person was ever allowed to call me that,” I whisper. Abel brings my hands to his chest, and this time I don’t push. "I know," he says softly in response. I can barely comprehend what's happening as he unzips his hoodie, revealing a heavily tattooed chest. He moves my hand, and I try to pull it away, but he holds firm, placing it against his skin. I feel it instantly—a raised scar in the jagged shape of a heart.

“Link?”

“Really? Then why the fucking games, why the masks, why not tell me exactly who you were from the start, Telvin?”

“You know I hated my name. And would you have suspected sweet, quiet Telvin of fucking that pretty pussy raw?” he asks, his voice going husky. Well fuck, now that’s a reminder of the change between boy and man if I’ve ever seen one.

“You were always destined for us, Dessa. Do you understand that now? You were always meant to be the partner to our darkness, just like we are the partners to yours. No one was ever going to satisfy you like us.”

"Now, your going to be a good fucking girl, and let me fuck you here while my brother fucks that needy pussy," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. I hadn’t even realized that Cain had entered the room. But the thought of them both inside me at the same time has my nipples hardening and my mind desperate to feel them both. I’m going to die… Here lies the corpse of Hydessa Darling… killed by cock.

Wouldn’t be surprised if they broke me too.

“You don’t simply settle for someone that you may see yourself with in twenty years. You find that someone you simply can’t live without because the thought of not being with them in sixty years is still not enough. And when you find that someone, you never let them go.”

“Oh I don’t know, Sheriff, why are you looking for our woman in her house with your gun drawn?” Jonah retorts. I watch the way the Sheriff frowns, his eyes narrowing as he keeps looking around.

Like last time there is only one thing that I can feel under the skin of my arm. But if the item under my skin is actually a GPS, then it means it replaced what was originally there. Jesus fucking christ, I’m going to kill them. Since when did obsession mean cutting out my FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL to replace with a TRACKER?! Is Eli here because he may need to arrest me for murder.