Page 6 of The Masks She Wore

?My cock twitched, needing her. Needing to feel her wrapped around me. Needing to feel that tongue, those lips, suck on me theway she was sucking on that sucker.

?“Come on, Rae,” Viv giggled, grabbing her hand as she walked by. “Let’s dance.”

?Yeah Rae, go dance. Let those needy fucking cocks rub up against your red leather wearing little ass.

?I watched her hips swing on her way out the door, her thick, wavy, blonde hair bouncing a bit, the flickering lights reflecting off the different shades of blonde in her hair, some strands so bright, they nearly glowed.

?“Hey,” the woman behind me said, falling into me.

?I sneered, stepping out of her reach, watching as she stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. “What?” What was with their incessant need totouch meafter a good fuck? It was irritating.

?“He said he’ll be here in an hour,” she said, phone in hand, showing off my targets name on her screen.

?Alex.

?An hour?

?If some guy fucked the girl in my life, I’d teleport to his house and put a bullet in his goddamn face.

?A fucking hour, how fucking pathetic.

?I cracked my neck and headed for the door. At least I had time for a drink and a show.

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I held the glass in my hand as I watched her from across the club.

?It was humid in here, sweat trickling from my brow. I could only imagine how that leather felt on her skin. Her body unable to breathe, the sweat building under her tits, between her legs, the way she desperately wanted to pull it off…

?She moved that body of hers as if she knew exactly how beautiful she was. Swinging her thick hips, her tits stuffed into the top of that strapless dress, suffocating. She had thick thighs, the threads of her heels tight where they wrapped around her calves.

?Men kept inching their way towards her, sliding their hands over her hips, and she allowed it for a while before she easily slid from their grip and rejoined her friend who was practically fucking men on the dance floor. Nobody was good enough for her. Nobody was worthy to remain in her presence for long.

?Or it could have been as simple as the want to deal with them. To go to their house or them to hers, to fuck, get them out the door, clean up.

?Part of me, the part of me I was greatly resenting at the moment, hoped it was the former. I loved the confidence in a woman. The earned confidence that came with a beauty like that. Over-confidence was a dick-softener, but this?

?I took a drink and turned back to the bar, blatantly ignoring those brave enough to come up and talk to me. I didn’t want any more pussy, at least not the thirsty girls abandoning their dates tocome talk to me. I wouldn’t deny their beauty, I just wasn’t interested, besides, I was on the job now. Two jobs.

?Malachi had given us a list of rules when we started the Shadow Initiation Program anyway. He had drilled them into our heads during the year we trained. Many might have called it abuse, what he had put us through, but I was grateful for it. Grateful for the blood we shed, for the morals we lost, for the people we killed all in the name of becoming weapons in this world.

?He showed us how cruel the world could be and how we must walk across it without giving a shit who we hurt, why, or how. The worst thing you could be in this world was sympathetic. Sympathy had no voice here, no chance at survival, which was why Greyson was put through his own training.

?I had been bitter as a kid, knowing that he hadn’t gone through the same training we had, but now? Now I understand that he would have died going through what we had been put through. Beckett had done his best to break my brother of his kind heart in a way that allowed him to keep his kindness but still hold some kind of ruthlessness. 18 years and that boy was still struggling with bits of this game, but he was better than he had been years ago. Far better.

?Just not as good as us.

?Someone stumbled into my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

?I snarled, looking over, the scent of some incredibly expensive,not too sweet perfume instantly filling my nose as Rae leaned over the counter. She smelled of roses.

?My snarl eased as she lifted up a hand, showing off her tits to get the bartender’s attention a little quicker.

?I stared at those perfect tits for a few seconds before my eyes slowly lifted to her face. Her skin was flushed, sweat sticking her blonde hair to her neck, her forehead.

?I straightened, turning towards her, leaning against the counter, staring at her unblinkingly. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her ass, her tits, her curvy hips. Her thick hair that fell around her in waves, curling slightly at the ends.

?She cared so much about her appearance. She put effort into it. Everything about it was meticulous to her. From the Louis Vuitton heels to the Ralph Lauren dress. Even the jewelry she wore was expensive.

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