Chapter 39

Haides looked over at me with a glint in his eyes that I had come to recognize as mischief. “Let’s go on the rollercoaster,” he suggested, his voice laced with excitement.

I shook my head, my heart fluttering with a mix of fear and adrenaline. “You know I’m terrified of heights, Haides,” I protested, my grip tightening around the plush unicorn.

He stepped closer, his cologne invading my senses, and whispered in my ear, “I can help with that.” His breath against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and despite my fear, I found myself nodding in agreement.

We joined the queue, and as we inched closer to the towering structure, my anxiety began to bubble to the surface. Haides must have sensed it because he nudged me with his elbow, a playful smirk on his face. “You know, if you squint hard enough, you can pretend we’re just in line for the most terrifying ice cream cone ever made,” he quipped.

I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in my chest easing slightly. “And what flavor would that be? Existential dread with a side of vertigo?”

He chuckled, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Exactly. Comes with a free toy, too,” he says, gesturing to the oversized stuffed bear he’d insisted on carrying after winning it for me.

I hugged the bear and unicorn tightly, their fluffy bodies providing a strange sense of comfort. I could only imagine the image I portrayed. Haides wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as we moved up in the line.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed softly. I obeyed, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek. “Imagine we’re somewhere else. Anywhere you want.”

I took a deep breath, letting my mind wander to a place far removed from the fairgrounds—a serene beach with golden sand and crystal-clear waters. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore drowned out the noise of the crowd, and for a moment, I was at peace.

When I opened my eyes, we were next in line to board the rollercoaster. Haides gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and I realized that I was not as afraid as I was before. With him by my side, I felt like I could face anything—even my fear of heights.

As we climbed into the rollercoaster car and strapped ourselves in, Haides leaned over and planted a swift, confident kiss on my lips. “You’re going to be fine,” he assured me.

The safety bar clamped down over our laps, and Haides’ hand was trapped between the cold metal and my body. I gasped as he deftly slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants, his touch igniting a fire within me. He shifted the enormous stuffed bear he’d won, positioning it strategically to shield his illicit activities from the unsuspecting families around us.

The rollercoaster clattered as it ascended the first steep incline, and my heart pounded in time with the wheels on the track. Haides leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Hold on tight, Cora,” he murmured, the double entendre clear in his raspy voice.

His fingers delved deeper, teasing and exploring with an intimate knowledge of my body that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as he began to rub my clit with deliberate, maddening circles. The bear’s plush body bounced gently with the movement of the rollercoaster, its fake eyes staring blankly ahead as Haides’ skilled fingers worked their magic beneath its cover.

The adrenaline from the impending drop mingled with the exhilarating sensation of Haides fingering me, pushed me rapidly toward the edge of ecstasy. The contrast between the public setting and the intensely private act was intoxicating, and I found myself hurtling toward orgasm far too quickly for my liking. I clung to the safety bar with one hand and the bear in the other, my knuckles white as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Haides’ lips grazed my neck, his teeth nipped at my skin as the rollercoaster crested the peak. My breath hitched as we plummeted downward, the force of the descent pressing me back against the seat. His fingers moved with relentless precision, stoking the fire inside me until I was certain I’d shatter into a million pieces.

I sneaked a glance at Haides, his expression one of focused intensity as he watched me teeter on the brink. I couldn’t hold back any longer; the sensory overload was too much. The world fell away as I surrendered to the climax, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, just as the rollercoaster twisted and turned through the rest of its chaotic course.

The world was a blur around us as we raced down the rollercoaster’s track, the wind whipping against my face. Haides’ hand was still tucked between my legs, and despite just cumming, he coaxed me toward another peak with ruthless precision.

“Scream for me, Cora,” Haides whispered, his voice barely audible over the discord of the rollercoaster and the excited shouts of the other riders. His fingers danced over my most sensitive areas, and I felt my body respond in spite of my attempts to keep my composure in public.

The screams building in my throat had nothing to do with the rollercoaster’s stomach-dropping plunge and everything to do with the waves of pleasure radiating from Haides’ touch.

As we crested another hill, Haides’ fingers moved faster, the pressure building inside me to an almost unbearable level. I was acutely aware of the other riders, the families and couples around us, but the thought of being caught only added to the excitement.

The rollercoaster twisted, and my body followed suit, my back arching as Haides brought me to the brink once more. My vision blurred, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let out a scream that was swallowed by the chaos of the ride, the sound indistinguishable from those around us. My orgasm ripped through me, the intensity of it magnified by the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As the rollercoaster slowed to a stop, I was left panting, my heart racing not just from the thrill of the ride but from the intensity of Haides’ touch. He withdrew his hand with a satisfied smirk, the evidence of my arousal disguised by the wild ride.

I glanced over at him, my body still trembling, and I saw the raw, unfiltered desire in his eyes. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re exquisite when you let go, Cora,” he murmured, his voice full of dark promise.

I took a moment to catch my breath, my mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. Haides’ gaze never left mine, a silent vow hanging between us that this was only the beginning of our twisted journey together as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

As we disembarked from the rollercoaster, I couldn’t help but feel that I was walking on air, the world around me brighter and more vivid than before.

As the evening winded down and the fair began to close its attractions, I decided to make a quick pit stop at the restroom. I turned to Haides, my eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go winning any more giant stuffed animals without me,” I teased, handing him the plush unicorn and bear.

He gave me a small smirk, accepting the oversized prizes with a chuckle. “I make no promises,” he replied, his green eyes twinkling in the fading light. I rolled my eyes playfully before turning on my heel and heading toward the restroom area.

The bathroom was relatively quiet, with only a few women touching up their makeup or washing their hands. I took a moment to freshen up, splashing some cool water on my face before patting it dry with a paper towel. As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. The night had been nothing short of magical, despite—or perhaps because of—the rollercoaster of emotions Haides had put me through. Pun intended.

I moved to the sink, turning on the faucet, and letting the water run over my hands. I was lost in thought, reliving the evening’s events, when I felt a sudden, sharp pain at the back of my head. Before I could even register what was happening, everything went black.

I blinked against the harsh, fluorescent lighting, my head pounded as I struggled to regain my senses. My body felt heavy, the cold metal of the table beneath me seeping through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. I tried to sit up, to get a sense of my surroundings, but I quickly realized that my movements were restricted. My wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a table, a prisoner in this dank, windowless room that reeked of mold and fear.

Panic clawed at my throat as I took in my unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were a drab, peeling gray, and the only source of light was the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows across the room. My heart raced in my chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed in my ears, drowning out all other sounds.

And then I saw her. A blonde woman sitting elegantly in front of me, her posture relaxed and her expression unreadable. She was scrolling on her phone, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her sharp features. For a moment, she seemed completely out of place in this grim setting—standing out to the cold, sterile environment.

She looked up and met my gaze, a slow, calculated smile spreading across her face. It was a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and it sent a shiver of dread down my spine. There was something about her that felt off, a dangerous undercurrent that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“Good, you’re finally awake,” she said, her voice smooth and controlled, devoid of any warmth or concern. She stood and sauntered over to me, her high heels clicking against the concrete floor. She was dressed impeccably, her outfit looking like it had been ripped straight from the pages of a high-fashion magazine.

“My name is Selena,” she continued, leaning over me with an unsettling level of intimacy. Her eyes roamed over my face, studying me with an intensity that made me feel like an insect under a microscope. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Cora.”