Page 32 of Twilight Mask

Jackal: I promise, you’ll like it.

Jackal: Now, go back to your house. I have your security cameras turned on, and I want to see you.

Laura: You’re in my security system too?

Jackal: Don’t make me say it again. You’re all mine now.

Yes, it’s objectively crazy, but I’m smiling like an idiot when I go into my house knowing that Jackal can tap into my cameras and sensors. He’s probably looking at me right now—and a sudden, stupid idea washes over me.

There’s a camera in the living room. It’s usually turned off, except for when I power on the system. I head over toward it, and I swear the lens is staring at me. I smile, brush my hair back, and slowly take off my top.

My phone buzzes.

Jackal: What are you doing?

Laura: Nothing. It’s warm in here.

I reach back and unhook my bra. I hold it in place, heart racing with excitement, the thrill of his unseen gaze sending shivers down my spine.

Jackal: Are you trying to tease me right now?

Jackal: If you are, our next game is going to be a punishment.

Laura: Tease? Never.

I let the bra fall away before covering my breasts with one arm. I smile at the camera and turn away, feeling flushed and happy. I feel him watching as I walk upstairs and into my room, and my eyes jump to where I have my laptop sitting open on my bed. The little green camera indicator light is glowing.

Laura: You like watching me, don’t you?

Jackal: Because you like being watched.

Laura: I’m going into the shower now. I’m going to think about you while I get myself off nice and loudly. Feel free to listen if you like.

I head into the bathroom and kick the door shut. The shower water is nice and warm as I take off the rest of my clothes and step under the spray, closing my eyes and thinking about his hands on my body.

Jackal: You tease.

Jackal: My god. You get me so fucking hard.

Jackal: Those sexy whimpers.

Jackal: You’re touching yourself for me right now, you dirty girl.

Jackal: I can hear, you little demon. I hear you moaning my name, you filthy fucking girl. I’m going to shove my fingers in your mouth, and I’ll make sure they’re dripping wet with your pussy first.

Jackal: Five days, baby. Five more days.

Chapter 15

Marco

Iwas nearly killed in a drive-by shooting two days ago. I should be spending every waking minute figuring out who was behind it and making sure they pay.

Instead, half my time is spent watching Laura through the cameras in her house. Conveniently, more appeared on her network: one in the basement, another in the kitchen, and another in her upstairs hallway. She must’ve added them knowing I’d tap in and watch her every move.

I can spend hours staring as she sculpts in the basement. There is nothing more beautiful than a person doing what they’re good at, and Laura is very, very talented. She’s like a painter with that chisel, and when she gets into her flow state, nothing I can do or say will distract her. It’s incredible, her focus.

It helps that she wears these cut-off tops and leggings, and even though her respirator covers her face, that’s sexy too. It’s a kind of mask, and masks are sort of our thing.

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