Page 80 of Left in the Dark

As promised, his hand rests there, not squeezing. I suspect that he’s doing it to show his dominance.

He doesn’t need to squeeze to control me. Simply staring at me with a ravenous hunger burning in his eyes, his hard cock pressing against my ass, while his other hand lightly rests on my stomach is enough.

What is wrong with me? I’m stronger than this.

“I’m everything you didn’t know you wanted and desperately needed.”

My brows furrow as his words penetrate my sluggish brain.What the hell does he mean by that?

“Your defenses won’t work. Neither will your anger. You’re not fighting me because you’re intrigued. You feel safe with me.”

His words spark that ember of panic that is ever present inside me. “Wrong. I don’t?—”

His hand slides from my stomach to my breast. My nipple is stiff through the thin fabric, the cool night air teasing it. But his gloved hand rubbing lightly over it makes it worse.

I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but instead, a damn whimper comes. Humiliation burns my cheeks as I stare at him, horrified at my reaction to this masked man.

I swear he smirks from behind the mask.

Before I can chew him out, his voice floats through the air, cutting through the electricity burning between us. “Don’t. I won’t believe your lies.” His hand slides to the other breast, giving it attention. “Not when I see the hunger on your face.”

It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man. That’s why I’m acting this way.

His hand slides to my pussy, and every thought inside my head vanishes as he rubs me.What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I reacting like this to a masked man?

“Let me rub your clit until you break apart, gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear.

I know it’s wrong, but I nod and whisper, “Yes.”

His hand immediately dips inside my yoga pants. I moan, sinking into him as I spread my legs wider like a sex-starved woman.

“Mmmm. I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

His hand moves away from my pussy and my neck, and I whimper.

“Relax, beautiful. I’m just taking my glove off. I need to feel your wet pussy.”

I hear the thud as his glove hits the ground. His hand slides beneath the waistband of my pants and my panties, moving lower. When his fingers press against my clit and then rub it in a circular motion, a loud moan falls from my lips. I sink against him, allowing him to support my weight.

“That’s it, gorgeous. I’ve got you. Relax against me.”

Jesus Christ.This masked man has me soaked.

“Fuck.” He rubs my clit faster, his voice shaking from excitement. “Let me finger you while playing with your clit. Goddamn, I need to feel that wet?—”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

His finger rubs over the outside of my lips, teasing me before slowly sinking inside.

“God.” My eyes close as every nerve in my body lights up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous. I wanna watch your beautiful face as I pleasure you.”

I obey, my eyes opening and locking with his. I’m drowning in them, completely at his mercy, as he touches me.

His fingers vanish, leaving me wanting. I’m about to protest but don’t have time. He’s already got my pants and panties pooled around my ankles.

“Lift.” He’s kneeling behind me, his masked face close to my bare ass. I lift my foot, and he yanks off my sneaker, then doesthe same with my other foot before pulling my pants over my bare feet.

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