4. The Minotaur

Chapter four

The Minotaur

I hurry after him, and he turns. When I’m standing right in front of him, words leave me. He’s so… big. I didn’t appreciate it from afar. I’m not a small girl, and it’s rare for me to feel tiny.

His shoulders are broad and sculpted, his six-pack impressive, and below them his muscles veer into a v on pants that are sitting too low to be decent.

No man in the civilized world should have muscles like this. These are battlefield muscles - hard and bronzed from the sun. And he smells like something spicy cooking on an open fire. Smoky, musty… it’s making my mouth water.

My assessment shifts. This guy is a stripper, for sure. Or an escort, but I doubt my friends would go that far. Or dear lord, would they?

When my eyes roam back up to his face, I blink at the bull’s head that looks back.

“That mask is so real,” I say, and reach up to touch it. He puts a hand on my wrist before I reach him.

“Amazing what money can buy,” he says. His voice is a deep rumble of amusement as he lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it. With big, bovine lips.

My core twinges at the shocking intimacy of it, and my nipples harden. The laughter of flirting partygoers is distant now as they wander off through the maze. It’s just him and me, in this part of the maze, surrounded by hedges.

I blink back to myself, trying to focus. “I wanted to ask you about this contract.”

“Your virgin sacrifice,” he says. “I’m so glad you said yes. It wasn’t easy finding a woman like you.”

I scoff. “Yeah, us virgins over 25 are rare,” I say bitterly. He is still staring at me, not reacting to that. “Okay, look, the makeover has been really great. I feel pretty and appreciated, but I’m just… I’m ready to see my friends and my brother now. I’m done. It’s not funny anymore.”

“You are as beautiful as I expected. But have you changed your mind, now you’ve seen me?” he asks. The insecurity in his voice shocks me, especially in a man so obviously built. Maybe he’s really ugly under that mask.

“No! No! I…” I put out a hand on his shoulder. It’s rock hard, and my hand lingers. “You obviously have an incredible body, and you smell…” I swallow. “Reeaaallly good.” He steps closer and moves my hand to his pecs.

“I’m glad you enjoy my body,” he purrs. He puts his hands on my hips. His delicious scent envelops me, and my stomach swoops again. It’s been doing that a lot in the past 24 hours. Maybe I should get it checked out. He leans down and sniffs my neck. “You smell good enough to eat.”

A breathy, nervous laugh comes out of me. I’ve legitimately never made a sound like that before in my life. Guess I am getting good at pretending to be someone else.

“You are…” I swallow and take a breath. His chest is hot under my hand and it’s hard to think straight. “You are very good at this job. Really. Ten out of ten.” I smack one of his pecs. It bounces. My hand rests on it again. My hand seems to want to be there, so I leave it.

“You have well and truly convinced me I’m attractive. And if you need to do your strip show or whatever, then let’s get it out of the way so I can see my friends. Prank over.”

“You think I have been hired for your pleasure,” he says. His voice is teasing. “How amusing. Will you still think it’s a prank when I have filled you with my seed I wonder? Because I have you all night, and I intend to do it…” His voice drops to a purr. “…over and over again.”

I freeze. He doesn’t sound like a hired stripper. He takes my wrist and slides my hand down his chest, and keeps going to his abs. “If I were hired, would I have such a reaction to you, Kate?” He rolls my name on his tongue, and it sounds somehow obscene in his mouth, while he drags my hand slowly down that delicious v below his stomach.

Tingles erupt all over my body, and all the moisture leaves my mouth while new wetness emerges between my legs. Oh my.

He undoes his drawstring with one hand and his pants drop, revealing a rock hard, truly enormous cock. I gasp, and would step back, if he didn’t still have a hold of my wrist. He places my hand on his cock and grunts with satisfaction. “I believe you’ll find you’re the one who’s been hired for this evening, my little virgin. Did you not wonder why you were paid such a price for your maidenhead?”

If I were in my right mind, I’d say nobody had called me ‘little’ since I was ten years old. But I simply stare at his cock. I’m a nurse, and I’ve seen cocks before. This is the biggest I’ve ever seen.

While I stare, my core clenches and floods with new wetness, my body reacting while my brain catches up.

His breath is hot and sweet on my cheek all this while, coming directly from the mouth of the bull. I look up. His eyes are soft and brown, looking out from the bull’s head. It looks real. It feels real. But there’s no way that cock could be real.

So I do the smart thing. I turn and run.