Chapter Thirty-Five

Lyrical

T oday is Halloween and I can't wait to celebrate it. It's one of my favorite holidays. Snow and I are meeting our friends at the festival. Every year, North Haven throws the biggest carnival in the United States and it turns into a tourist attraction during this time of the year. I'm also glad Snow doesn't have any bodyguards hovering around us, because that would make it less fun. I guess since he's with me, we wouldn't need them.

I've opted for a blue ripped dress, with fake blood splattered across the fabric, and Snow wears a Ghostface mask from the movie Scream .

He tried to convince me to stay at home with him, but I told him that he couldn't keep me locked up in our home. I need to get out of the house and let my hair down and have fun. I haven't seen my friends since the night of my bachelorette party.

We enter the carnival and the Halloween soundtrack plays in the background. People are dressed in different scary costumes, and the staff have chosen killer clown outfits. Screams fill the air from people riding the roller coasters. Red and orange lights illuminate the inky sky and the smell of funnel cake and cotton candy makes my mouth water.

Snow squeezes my hand tight, guiding me through the sea of people.

When we make it past the apple bobbing contest, he whispers in my ear, "We're not hanging out with your friends for long. I'm taking you in the woods to chase you, catch you, and fuck you."

My nipples harden at his words, and I feel my cheeks heat. "Snow. I haven't seen my friends in a while. I could use some girl time."

He traces his thumb over my palm. "Your girl time isn't cutting into our time."

"Snow, behave, please. It's just one night."

I spot our group of friends standing by a haunted house.

"What are my friends doing here?" Snow asks through gritted teeth.

"I invited them. Well, I sent Keanu a message on IG asking to hang out with us."

His eyes narrow. "You know I don't want you around my friends."

"I'm aware, but I also don't care."

He grabs me by the throat, pulling my face close to his. "Do I need to turn your ass black and blue?"

When he lets me go, I wink. "As long as your dick is inside of me, I don't care what you do."

I glance at Irvin and he's wearing a Jason Voorhees mask, Keanu has on a killer clown mask, and Jameson chose Michael Myers. All of them are shirtless, wearing jeans. I can tell by the way their bodies are built, and the different tattoos, who is who.

I try to keep my eyes off of them because I don't want to get caught ogling. They are too fucking hot. A group of women walk past us, staring at them, and they giggle like schoolgirls.

Lilac is dressed as a schoolgirl with pigtails, and when she spots me, she stretches out her arms, and I accept her embrace.

"I love your costume. You look so fucking hot." She eyeballs me.

"You do too."

Winter stands next to her, wearing a playboy bunny costume. "It's been so long since we hung out. I was worried about you."

"I'm fine," I murmur.

Irvin removes his mask and looks at Lilac, licking his lips. He strides up to her, gripping her chin.

He looks her up and down, then his eyes land on her tits, before reaching her gaze. "Why haven't you been answering my phone calls?"

"None of your business," she snaps, turning her head to the side. "I don't speak to men who are engaged."

He yanks her by the hair, forcing her to look at him. She whimpers, her light brown skin tone turning slightly pink.

"I have no control over that," he snaps. "You're mine."

She elbows him in the chest, and he lets her go.

"I'll never be yours. I'll never allow you to string me along and play second to anyone. So stay away from me." Lilac loops her arms with mine, but he snatches her away again.

"I don't want her; I want you."

"People in hell want ice water, but they don't have it."

He chuckles. "Oh, princess. You belong to me. Once I figure out how to convince my father to break the engagement with her and marry you, you'll be mine."

"My parents wouldn't force me to ma—"

He shuts her up with a kiss, and I tear my gaze away, glancing at Snow, blushing. Winter loops her arm through mine. Snow and his friends trail behind us and we decide to play some games and ride a few roller coasters. Snow wins me a few stuffed animals, and I eat all of his blue cotton candy.

The group want to break off and go to the maze.

"Lyrical and I have other plans." Before I can respond, Snow grabs my hand and leads me out of the festival into the nearest woods.

"Run, Blue."

My nipples peak and his words make desire grow in the pit of my belly. I run farther into the forest, and I hear my own pulse thumping in my ears. The icy-cold air nips at my face as I hide behind a huge bush, then I turn my nose toward the moist sky and inhale deeply. I hear footsteps approaching so I take off again, running deeper into the forest, tripping over a log. I get dirt in my mouth and spit it out.

"Surprise, Lyrical. You wanna play?" he taunts, the voice changer in his mask making him sound like Ghostface.

I yank my arms away from him as my pulse accelerates.

"Let me go!" I scream.

Snow pins me down to the grass, and I feel hard rocks rubbing against my back. Snow climbs on top of me, tearing my fishnet stockings with a silver blade, then he lifts up my dress and yanks my panties to the side. He rubs the cold metal against my inner thigh, causing both fear and excitement to override my senses.

"You're a willing victim. My little Blue."

"Yes!" My voice sounds uneven.

He leans down, darting out his tongue and licking my clit, while I lie on my back, looking at the gigantic trees and stars stretching across the sky. My hands go to his mask, down to his neck, squeezing tight, coming so hard I see stars.

Snow sits on his knees and unzips his jeans to pull out his dick. He lines himself up with my entrance before fucking me hard with his hand around my throat.

Several minutes later, I feel him throbbing inside of me. Once he grabs my hand, he pulls me to my feet, and I yank down my skirt.

"I'm not done with you," he whispers.

He scoops me up in his arms, and holds me against a tree, and slips back inside of me and I feel his semi-hard dick grow.

I bite my bottom lip to keep me from screaming and he plants soft kisses against my neck.

"Scream all you want, Lyrics, no one will hear you."

My back aches from the rigid wood and my core is slippery as I feel him stretching me wide.

He fucks me hard and long and as soon as I feel my orgasm slither down my spine, I scream and lay my head on his shoulders.

He continues to fuck me as he chases his orgasm. Before I know it, he empties out inside of me, and I feel his seed dripping down my thigh. As he sets me down to my feet, he kisses my forehead.

My phone rings, so I pull it from my bra and read the message from Winter.

"It's Winter. She wants me to meet her at the fun house."

Snow kisses the top of my forehead. "I need to speak to Keanu about something, so I'm going to meet him at the house of horrors. I'll walk you over there."

I shake my head. "I'm a big girl, I can take myself."

"I didn't hire any bodyguards ton—"

I start jogging in the direction of the fun house before he can finish his sentence.

"No, I'm fine. It's only five minutes away. What's going to happen between here and when I get there?"

Before he can respond, I rush in the direction of the carnival.

Once I make it to the fun house, it's about twenty minutes before Winter shows up, her lipstick smeared and her hair messy.

"Who were you making out with?"

Her cheeks turn rosy red as she grins. "Keanu. He's so hot."

I draw my eyebrows together. "Do you know what his kink is in bed?"

"What do you mean?"

I shake my head. "Never mind."

She has no idea what she's getting herself into with him. He'll have her running for the hills and left brokenhearted. He's the only one in the group who isn't arranged to be married because he always ends up hurting the girls, effectively scaring them off.

We walk into the fun house, and we scream, clinging onto each other for dear life as a clown pops up out of nowhere with a bat. We run through different mirrored rooms that make us look different sizes from each angle. Once we leave that area, we stumble into a room where a woman dressed like a dead doll runs after us with a machete. When we are near the exit, someone throws fake blood on us, and we scream again.

Suddenly, a woman wearing a Chucky mask shoves a knife into my side, and Winter screams and runs toward her, snatching the mask from her face, revealing… Savannah. Savannah laughs like a maniac and runs out of the back door.

I feel lightheaded and fall to the ground on my knees, my hands against the wound. It feels as if someone poured salt onto the cut and lit me on fire.

"Call Snow!!" I scream.

"Fuck! Your blood is getting everywhere." She places her hand onto the wound over mine, but blood gushes through our fingers.

I feel cold and dizzy as if I were back on the yo-yo roller coaster ride, and I want to puke. The more I breathe, the more my side burns. I empty out my stomach onto the concrete.

"You have to get up, Lyrical."

She wraps my arm around her neck, and we both get up. I keep my hand on the wound, applying pressure, hoping I don't bleed out.

Fuck! I hope I don't die like this.

We rush out of the fun house, and Winter screeches, "Help! Help!"

A staff member comes over and scoops me up in his arms.

I close my eyes then, and everything goes black.