MISTRESS OF EVEREST KINCAID

Chapter 4

I spun again and met his cold eyes again. Cold rushed up my spine and I immediately looked away. Eyeing the crowd, I continued my search for my partner, dancing from edge to edge, just to meet those blue eyes again.

The screaming from the crowd grew even louder, shaking the very ground. There were a lot of people to choose from, men urging me to come to them, women screaming at me. Yet, my eyes found those blue ones again like it called to me. My spine crackled with sparks as the intensity of his gaze burned through my body.

I quivered, my body growing dangerously aware of him.

Something about him was dangerous. Everything about him smelt of danger, yet…

My eyes found his for the fifth time and my body moved before I could think. Flames engulfing every inch of my body, my skin burned. It was sweet, powerful and achingly painful. Yet, my breath remained unsteady the closer I got to the masked man. A part of me screamed silently to stop. But his eyes remained on me, pulling me, tugging me, never blinking till I was right in front of him.

He leaned back, sitting up, eyes still on me. Up close, it was even sharper, colder. A blue so deep, if you looked into it too hard, you might plunge into darkness. It held me captive, caged, trapped.

Run. Every nerve in my body screamed.

I danced around him, forcing my eyes away from his, but he followed my every movement, tilting his head this way and that way, going round, if I did.

The screams were on an all-time high, demanding for a show which I gave. I ran my hand through his hair. They were soft, and sleek, I almost didn’t want to let go. Then I placed my hand flat on his shoulder and ran it down his chest, leaning in. His chest was hard and broad and my body tensed at the idea of touching him.

But more than that, I got a whiff of his scent. Sweet, warm, spicy with a touch of smokey richness that simply made me want to breathe in deeply. Standing back up, I crossed my leg over his shoulder, revealing my thighs. It earned more screams, it was intoxicating.

However, he suddenly grabbed my thighs with huge, callous hands. An inferno burned from where he touched, it left me hot. I gasped, meeting his eyes.

Run. My thoughts screamed again.

I tried to pull my legs away, but the intensity in his eyes grew like he could read my thoughts. Unexpectedly, he placed his lips on my thighs, eyes still on me. Fire caught the place his lips touch. Then he bit down.

I gasped.

Heat exploded from between my legs and I tore my legs away from his grip immediately.

The music stopped on cue, the cheers reached the roof, and dollar notes fell on me. The red light retreated back to the stage and the light came back on. But my heart was racing, my mind with it. In all this, those eyes remained intently on me.

“Oh my God, girl!” Talia jumped on me from somewhere around the room, pulling my gaze away from the stranger with his brand on my skin.

“What the f**k was that? I can’t believe you just did that.”

I wasn’t listening. Those eyes threatened to strip my skin away from my bones, branding my soul. I couldn’t breathe.

“Be right back.” I pushed Talia away and turned to the area where I remembered the rest room to be. compliments followed me from all corners, but I couldn’t even smile at them. I needed air, space, a f*****g orgasm.

I shut the door to the restroom, gasping out loud as my breathing turned fierce. My skin was alive with need, I was flushed red. It was embarrassing and stupid, but I wanted to whimper so bad. I covered my hand over my mouth and used the other to loosen the mask over my face.

The door suddenly bust open. I jumped, dropping my hand. My heart stopped as I met those blue eyes again. He shut the door behind him, locking it and strolled quietly into the room.

“What are you doing?” My voice sounded hoarse, a little shaky but I knew deep down that I should have listened and run when I had the chance.

“You shouldn’t be here, it’s for the ladies.” My voice rose when he said nothing and kept coming closer. When he still said nothing, I took a step back, closing my shaky hands into a fist.

He stopped.

Now that he was standing, he looked f*****g huge and tall. And the thought of how easy he could crush me made my fingers tremble. Still, he said nothing. He just stood there and watched me with an intensity that threatened to swallow me whole.

“Leave or I’ll call the cops.” I continued, swallowing hard, even though I knew I was neither with my phone nor purse.

“Where have you been, darling?”

I froze.

Darling was a stage name, one I bore five years ago. Or it might be a nickname he just gave to me because I just danced or because he was a pervert. Either way, I was stupid to have picked him as a dance partner.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but I will have you know that this is against…”

My words faded away as he started towards me again. I pressed myself against the wall and glared at him even though all I wanted to do was cry and whimper.

What have I gotten myself into?

His pace was confident, knowing, slow, it tightened the air around the space like he was pulling all the oxygen to himself. My hands trembled and horror washed through me at the idea of being locked away with a strange man.

“Help.” My voice was barely a whisper. A smile crossed the corners of his lips and cold ran down my spine.

“Please…”

“He...”

He slammed me against the wall, his hand pressed over my mouth before I could scream.

“Be a good girl now, darling.” His eyes pierced into me like steel. My heart raced.

I nodded vigorously and another smile broke from his lips.

“Good girl.” It had no business sounding like a growl nor that deep and my p***y had no business clenching as tight as it did, but it did. I could feel my skin breathe with him so close, I tasted wood and spice at the back of my tongue and the smell of the cigar buried underneath it.

Like he could read my thought, he smiled slowly, a wicked glint shone in his eyes. It practically glowed. Then he raised his legs towards mine, pushing my legs apart. My breathing hitched as his leg trailed up my legs, till it pressed into my core. I gasped, my legs shaking from the very pressure.

His smile widened pressing even harder. My breathing turned heavy and I gripped the sleeve of his suit. He removed his hand from where it covered my mouth and lifted my chin so I could stare up at him.

He looked even more intimidating from this angle. Danger oozed out of every inch of his pore, like a shadow carved from dark nights and bloody trails. And I should stop. I should scream, fight, do something. But my p***y was throbbing so bad, I could not think, see or smell. And maybe, the alcohol was finally coming to play. I was in a storm of chaos and need. And there was only one thing I wanted at that very moment.

Release.

He saw it too.

He slammed his lips against mine and a moan busted out of me at the taste of sweet and smoke. His kiss was fierce, devouring. I could not fight back, I didn’t want to fight back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, afraid I would tumble over from how much the ground spun underneath me. He pressed his knees harder into me. Another moan escaped my lips and I ached into him. His hand located my breast and he squeezed just in the right way, tears burned the back of my eyes. And my body shook. He picked me up roughly, his kiss turning even more aggressive and he dropped me on the sink, pulling away from my lips to trail kisses from my jaw the nape of my neck, leaving sparks and jolts that threatened to send me over the edge while I clung onto him.

He pinched my n*****s and another moan escaped my mouth.

His hand settled on my thighs trailing upwards, and pushing them apart till he was settled between my legs. I leaned into his touch in aching hunger and he found my thong without much effort.

“Perfect.” He whispered, trailing his lips down my chest to my n*****s. Then he bit down hard, through the fabric of my dress. Enough to cause pain, yet that only made me drip even more.

A sharp pain suddenly snagged my waist, making me gasp for a moment, but his finger, hot, big, controlled pressed down on my c**t in an instance and my mind went blank. My breath came out in short soft bursts.

He smiled. It wasn’t kind, neither was it charming. Something about his smile left the hair on my back standing erect.

A warning in the air.

“So sensitive, Darling.”

My core clenched and his fingers started moving again. I moaned, loud, feeling everything all at once. My hot breath, his rough hands, the cold mirror behind me, strong steel tile beneath me, the air touching parts of my body that it shouldn’t. It was too much yet not enough.

I whimpered and he pushed my dress aside like he could hear my plea, and his mouth found my n****e. The cold feel of his lips over my n****e took me over the edge. I settled my hand on his soft hair, gripping hard as his pace around my c**t increased. My mind exploded and everything turned dark for a second there. I could feel the build up trying to explode from inside me and that only made me want more.

However, he suddenly stopped and a whimper escaped my mouth.

“Should we continue, darling?” He grinned, his eyes shinning wickedly beneath his mask. I panted, nodding my head, refusing to think, to stop when I had already gone so far.

“Your words, darling.”

I swallowed, realizing he needed consent. A little too late. I licked my lips, my voice was dry and chapped. And I swallowed.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Yes what?”

I swallowed again. Knowing if I didn’t do this, I might as well lose my mind.

“Make me come.”

He grinned.

My blood ran cold.

Even with half his face covered, he still looked like the devil ready to take his dew. And without saying more, I knew I would pay a heavy price if I continued.

But before I could stop him, his finger thrust inside me. I gasped, aching my back.

“f**k little darling.” He groaned, thrusting in and out.

“Oh God!” I could not stop shaking at the feeling of him inside me. He grabbed my neck, pulling me back to him and took my lips in a raging hunger that left me breathless, then he pulled away, and pressed me against the mirror. His hand around my neck, growing tighter.

“The devil won’t be able to save you from me.” He added a second finger, filling me up. I gasped as he worked me fast, quick, brutal, his hand on my neck, growing tighter and tighter till I couldn’t breathe, or moan or scream. My vision blurred and every nerve ending came alive. Electricity shot through my spine, reaching the tip of my toes and my stomach clenched.

Heat exploded from my core, and he let go of my neck, allowing me to take in oxygen in short, ragged gasps while I shook all over. Sweat coated my skin, yet goosebumps grew along my pores. For a long time, I couldn’t tell if I was floating, standing or lying on the floor.

Till someone slammed against the door.

“Anaya, are you in there?”