Page 150 of Masked Sins
With shaking hands, I unclasp the bodice, removing it completely. My nipples tighten against the cool air. He runs his hand along my collarbone before roving down to my bare stomach, and then he helps me out of the tutu. I start to pull my trunks down my hips, but he reaches out and helps me step out of them. I’m now only wearing tights and pointe shoes—and it feels oddly intimate.
Orion cocks his head to the side. “Leave the shoes on.”
“Yes, Master.”
Groaning, his lashes flutter, and I can see the raw emotion in his eyes, the way his breath catches every time he looks at me. There’s something almost tender in the way he watches me, like he’s memorizing every detail, afraid I might disappear if he blinks. His vulnerability, the way his heart is so clearly on display, makes me want him even more.
I jump into his arms, and he pushes me against the dressing room door.
His hands grip my thighs, and they start their perusal up to the apex between my legs.
Everything inside of me is pulsing. When his hand gets to the seam, he quickly tears into the tights with a swift, determined motion, the fabric giving way under his fingers and making me gasp.
“Please,” I pant, legs shaking from my performance.
He seems to sense my urgency because he hoists me up so I’m stable against the wall. The sound of a zipper sounds through the room, and then the thick head of his cock is pressing against me.
“Layla,” he says, mouth on mine as he pushes into me.
We both groan, and my hands come to either side of his head, holding him close. He rolls his hips in soft circles, pulling out most of the way before pushing back in, and my mouth pops open at the feel of his thumb against my clit.
“Are you okay?—”
He cuts me off with a deep kiss, and he groans when I run my fingers through his soft hair. The recessed light above us catches on the dainty gold bracelet around my wrist—the one I insisted had to stay on for the performance. The diamonds sparkle just so, highlighting the constellation pattern, and I gasp.
“Oh my God. It’s Orion’s belt.”
He grunts, and a puff of air escapes his lips. “Took you long enough.”
“You’re so sneaky,” I tell him, gasping when his nails dig into the flesh of my thigh.
“I know?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, wanting his mouth on mine.
He continues to pound into me, continues to swirl his thumb over my swollen bud, and continues to destroy me with his kiss.
With hisneed.
“Orion—”
“Fuck,” he says, breathless. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
His lips move down to my jaw before he kisses his way down my neck. My head drops back against the door roughly, and I groan as the tiara’s band digs into my scalp. A sharp snapping sound follows as I feel it give slightly.
“My tiara,” I rasp.
“You’re going to have to tell the seamstresses the tiara broke because you fucked your boyfriend in your costume,” he adds, smiling against my neck.
I should’ve removed it beforehand, but the fact that heneededto be inside me immediately sends shivers down my spine. It’s only when my brain catches up to his words that I realize what he called himself.
“Boyfriend?” I rasp, circling my hips as he drives into me harder, making the door of the dressing room creak.
“For now.”
His mouth brushes my collarbone—a place I’ve come to find isverysensitive, and my whole body goes taut.
“Oh God,” I whimper, closing my eyes as my hands dig into his scalp.
