Page 65 of Masked Sins
“You’re right.” Her hand comes to my chest, palm flat against my racing heart. The gold bracelet is visible, and I can’t help but reach out to touch it. The fact that she’s unknowingly letting herself be claimed by me only fuels my hunger.
Touching the bracelet must wake her from her stupor because she inhales sharply and drops her hand back down to her side.
“What do you want from me, Layla?” I ask her, studying her expression.
Getting lost in her darkened hazel eyes.
Wanting so badly to kiss those pouty lips again.
She opens her mouth to say something, and my eyes drop to where her tongue runs along her lower lip, wetting it. I can smell the sweet scent of the cosmo she was drinking, mixed with her cherry lip balm. Her eyes are usually makeup-less, but tonight, she’s wearing winged liner and mascara.
I’m so hard that my whole body is pulsing, radiating outward from my core.
I’m worried my cock might bust through the fabric of my pants.
Everything about her is perfect. Like it was created for me. I want so badly to give in—toforceher to concede to whatever this is.
Plus, I’m not sure if I can bear another fucking rejection from her. If I’ve learned anything from the past seven years, it’s that I never want to be rejected by her again.
All of this is risky because, at the end of the day, if she still doesn’t want me…
I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from that.
Taking a step back, I don’t let her answer. Instead, I turn and walk away, taking the stairs down to the main floor and walking back into the office. Once there, I pull my burner phone out and send a text.
I hope you’re being a good girl and obeying my orders.
She doesn’t answer, so I sit back and rub my face with my hands.
This is sick—that I just left her physical presence only to connect with her online. But I have to—Ineedher in a way that scares the fuck out of me.
If I can’t be close to her in person, I need this connection online.
LittleDancer
Aw, miss me? ;)
Relief fills me. She must be back in the bar area, as we don’t allow phones on the floor.
You have no idea.
LittleDancer
I’m out, actually. No time to… you know.
Out where?
LittleDancer
If I tell you, will you show up?
I smile. She’d love that, wouldn’t she? Showing up here in my mask. Perhaps dragging her down into Purgatory with me.
I palm my erection.
Not tonight. But if I did, what would we do?
Three dots appear and disappear.
