Page 155 of The Masks She Wore

?He hovered with ease above me, his eyes burning.

?I slid my hands over the sides of his face back into his hair. Jack didn’t hurt me just to hurt me. It was always a means to an end. A good end. One that benefited me. One that I had asked for.

?He was good.

?He didn’t ruin me. He didn’t shatter me apart and leave me to die. He built me up, even when I was nothing more than a civilian. Nothing more than a liability that he had to teach.

?Jack shoved his fingers in again and twisted them.

?My nails dug into his scalp as I brought my head to his, breathing in his air, breathing in his life.

?He didn’t stop going until he brought me to the end. The slow build up making for one of the best orgasms I had ever had. One I felt in my soul. A high I would chase until the end of my days.

?As soon as he pulled his fingers out, I released his head and fell back into the bed, reaching down to unbuckle his pants, pull him out.

?He watched me steadily, making no move to stop me, to push me, to do anything. He was taking it slow just like I asked.

?I lifted my hips and guided him to me, feeling his hard cock pulse in my hand, feeling the tip of him press against my entrance.

?I found his eyes again, gaping, whimpering, when he slowly slid into me. “Ohfuck,” I panted, grabbing onto his neck. “God, I missed this.”

?“Look at me when I fuck you, Princess,” he hummed.

?My eyes lifted to his just as one of his hands wrapped around my throat and pressed me into the mattress.

?I groaned, tears springing to my eyes.

?“Never again,” he threatened and slammed into me.

?Never again would he wait. Never again would he sacrifice this for me. I was his toy. Him giving me that time was a luxury I wouldn’t get again, and I was fine with that. More than fine. It had been too long and while I had needed it, I needed this more.

?He worked his hips slowly, angling his legs to lift my hips up, giving him a better angle, causing me to cry out when the piercing at the end of his cock hit that all too sensitive part of me with each thrust.

?He kept up the slow, sensual fucking for as long as he could before he couldn’t help it anymore. His fingers dug into my neck as he slammed into me as deep as he could. I couldn’t breathe, spots dancing in front of my eyes, but I didn’t dare look away. I kept my eyes locked on his until that orgasm tore through me and then him.

?And then I looked at him until he forced another one from me, until my eyes grew too heavy to keep watching him, until I finally drifted off to sleep and dreamed of his eyes watching me from behind that mask at the carnival when my life had changed forever.

35

Rae

February 8th, 2020

So we didn’t have any leads. Malachi was still AWOL, Viv was dealing with a massive hangover and hadn’t gotten around to calling me this morning, and Azrael was gone again, which always left everyone on edge, including Greyson who, apparently, kept getting creepy messages from his younger brother about what he was doing.

?Something about hunting a new little sinner.

?Jack had let Greyson know that Azrael had been here last night, but it didn’t ease anyone’s ill feelings about the situation.

?All of this left Zo, Jack, and I sitting around the living room in silence justthinking.

?I suppose I did have one piece of information they didn’t have, although I didn’t know what kind of merit it would bring.

?“Azrael said he was on an assignment too,” I told them, pulling their eyes up. “He didn’t give me any information about it.” I frowned and rolled my eyes. “I don’t like silences.”

?Zo and Jack exchanged a glance before turning back to me. “What else did he say?” Jack asked.

?I huffed and shoved myself to a stand. “That chains and whips excite him. This can’t be what you guys do all the time. It’s fucking boring. I’ve got a new pair of heels that I want to take out and slam into some goddamn chests. You guys are boring.”

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