Page 41 of Twilight Mask

Jackal: What about mine?

Laura: I notice that so far, you haven’t gotten much out of our games.

Jackal: You’re very wrong about that. Maybe I haven’t gotten off, but playing with you is even better.

Laura: I don’t know. There’s something about an old-fashioned orgasm that just hits the spot.

I’m grinning to myself and feeling like an idiot as I shamelessly flirt with him via text, but I like this. I’ve spent so long locked away in my basement afraid to live outside my own minuscule world, and now I want to take some risks. Not just the playtime risks either—but emotional risks, ones which might leave me regretting everything I’ve ever done, or might take me places I’ve never explored before.

Jackal: I’m happy to find out if you’re offering.

Laura: No, I don’t think so. You seem too eager.

Jackal: I feel like that’s a challenge.

Laura: It could be. How about this: if you can make it inside of my house tonight, I’ll get you off, however you want.

A shiver and a thrill run into my core at the thought of Jackal inside my private space. There’s no way in hell he could break into the oasis, which is why I feel safe making that offer, but I like the idea of him using me to get off. Any way he wants: my mouth, my pussy, even my ass if that’s what he’s into. I’m willing, except it doesn’t matter.

Jackal: Now that’s definitely a challenge.

Laura: Just saying. You can come in my mouth, or between my legs, or on my tits. Or maybe on my face? You can come on my ass, and then I’ll lick it off your fingers. Whatever you want.

I’ve never talked this way to anyone in my life and I feel absolutely filthy and incredible as I hit send. I can only imagine his reaction. Which is hard, considering I don’t know what his face looks like. I have a vague idea from last night, but nothing concrete. Strong jaw, stubble on his chin, a normal-sized nose, sharp cheekbones. But without seeing him, those are just general features.

He types back a few seconds later.

Jackal: You’re going to get us both in trouble. You realize that, don’t you?

Laura: Only if you’re crazy enough to try.

Jackal: I’m going to break into your house tonight, baby, and when I do, I’m going to fuck your pussy until you come screaming. Then I’m going to finish between your pretty lips and watch as you swallow every drop. You are my filthy fucking girl, little demon.

A whimper escapes my lips and I wonder if he can hear it. Fuck, I know it’s not going to happen, but I really, really want it to.

Laura: See you tonight then.

No more messages from Jackal. I finish my glass of wine, and for some reason, that little bit of flirting was exactly what I needed. I head back down into the basement, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and get back to work.

Chapter 19

Marco

Yep, I’m going to die.

There’s no doubt in my mind. I’ve gone insane, and tonight I’m going to get murdered.

Honestly, I deserve it. I should definitely get shot by a Bianco guard because only a completely suicidal moron would ever attempt something so stupid.

But here I am sitting in my car parked two blocks away from the oasis, ready to do something incredibly stupid.

I flip open my laptop on the seat next to me and connect to my mobile hotspot. Once I’m online, I head into the Bianco network, and start activating all the backdoors I installed. I systematically take over their security nodes, branching out further than just Laura’s house, until I find what I’m looking for.

Chances are pretty good that the Bianco IT guys will trace this hack. They won’t catch me, but they’ll sure as hell double their defenses from here on out, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to do something like this again. I make sure to leave one last hidden way into Laura’s camera network, praying that nobody finds it and I don’t lose access to her completely, before uploading the custom bit of software I spent all afternoon crafting.

It’s not too late. I can back out. There are plenty of reasons why this is a stupid idea. Mostly though, I’m letting my dick make my decisions, and my dick does not necessarily have my whole body’s best interests at heart.

“Fucking hell,” I murmur to myself and get out of the car. I pop open the trunk and release the drone I had waiting in there. The propellers whirl as it rises into the air, following its preprogrammed route and waiting on my next orders. “Might as well see if this works.”

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