Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

My lips hovered over the mouth of his mask, and I dug my
fingers into the back of his neck, aching with need and
groaning under my breath.
The next thing I knew, we were through another door and
then another, and I let him carry me into a quiet room that
smelled of wet straw and flannel. He pulled me off him,
sending me falling onto a pile of hay, and I sucked in a breath,
a scream lodged in my throat and instinct kicking in as I
scurried backward to get away from him.
The slow, gentleness from him a moment ago was now
gone.
I crawled backward, hearing the noise and music outside,
but he caught my ankle and pulled me back to him. My
stomach somersaulted as he flipped me over, knocking the air
out of me as he hauled me up on my knees.
My chest pumped with shallow breaths, and my fight
kicked in as I scrambled to my feet and bolted.
But he caught me from behind, wrapping an arm around
my waist and picking me up. My head fell back against his
shoulder as he reached between us and undid the belt fastening
Alex’s bondage bra that I wore.
His rough hands, the partygoers outside on the other side
of the wall, his silence, my costume, his mask…everything
turned me on, and in this little room, we took hold of our little
world where only the two of us lived and dared to sink deep, if
only for a few minutes where no one would know.
Air hit my nipples as the bra fell away, and in the next
moment, I was on my feet again, his hands pawing my breasts.
I gasped, my eyes closing at the pleasure of being touched
there, but then I heard something hit the ground, and his teeth
came in, sinking into my neck.
I cried out, unable to control the roll of my hips, because I
needed him inside me as my legs nearly gave out under me.
The heat of his mouth poured over my skin like hot syrup, and
the pain was just enough to bring every other inch of my skin
to full awareness. Everywhere he touched was sensitive,