Page 87 of The Masks She Wore

?“Just one for now,” he mumbled, carefully brushing my hair to the side. “We still need to talk.”

?I closed my eyes, already exhausted, ready for a nap. I hadn’t recovered enough from last night to handle anything this early in the morning.

?I hadn’t recovered from anything. Not since I met him. Not since I found out the truth.

?“Princess,” he said gently.

?I felt the tears fill my eyes, close my throat, and I shook my head, shivering. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” I whispered, my voice thick. How could I? Everything I had known. Everything Iknew, it was all a lie. All of it. My mom, my half-brother,me. What was true in my life at this point? What about me was even real?

?He stepped forward, his presence far less dark than it had been before. He pressed into me, dipping his head down next to mine, his hands sliding around my hips. “You are mine, that’s all that matters right now. My horror junkie who drinks too much coffee, not enough water and fights me every chance she gets. Stubborn as Hell, as beautiful as a summer day, and smart enough to know that your name isn’t your identity. Mine. You’re mine, Princess. That’s who you are.”

?I breathed in, breathed out, feeling the hot tears fall down my cheeks, but not as much as I felt his heartbeat against my spine. His solid body against mine. Comforting, real.

?“Mine,” he mumbled, the word drifting through me in waves of peace. In waves of ownership.

?I was his.

?Before I could stop myself, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up onto my tiptoes, into his arms.

?His arms hovered, his body going stiff.

?I pulled myself closer, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne, melting into him. My name wasn’t my identity. I was his.

?He finally, slowly, wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me into him, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, something like a moan leaving his chest as he pushed me back against the wall, pressing me further into him until every piece of our bodies were touching.

?I closed my eyes tightly and pulled my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, wondering when the last time he had been hugged had been. Had he ever been hugged? Did he have a mom too? Where was she?

?“Oh, Princess,” he moaned against my neck, causing my pussy to throb again. “My Princess,” he whispered, kissing my neck slowly, passionately.

?I released a breath, grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock harden again. “Jack,” I whimpered, unable to help myself as I rocked my hips up the length of his cock. “Fuck.”

?His hands tightened into me, a growl escaping his throat. “We need to talk,” he rasped.

?I leaned back just enough to meet his lips. “Hmm-mm,” I nodded, pressing my lips against his.

?He snarled, shoving me against the wall, his tongue sliding against mine as I lifted my hips and slid onto him. I wrapped my hands around his throat, his sliding under my thighs, spreading me open, allowing his cock deeper access.

?I groaned, rocking my hips forward as he deepened the kiss, my mind spinning. Fuck, this man had to be made of every addictive substance there was in this world because I couldn’t get enough of him. I needed him to breathe, to think, to live.

?I bounced on his cock with everything I was, feeling him meet me with thrusts of his own.

?I broke the kiss, gripping into his hair, my eyes finding his, our lips inches apart, his breath mixing with mine as he fucked me into the wall.

?“You’re such a good girl for me,” he moaned, his eyes black with lust. “Aren’t you? Doing everything I want because of how much you need me.”

?I nodded. “Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Fuck,yes.”

?“Then relax for me, Princess.”

?I forced my muscles to relax, falling several inches, my legs sliding up, his arms hooking under my knees.

?I cried out, his cock going deeper.

?“That’s it,” he whimpered, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. “You’re doing so good for me. My good girl.”

?My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body tensing. “Fuck, Jack,” I groaned, my body jerking against his, my mind spinning.

?He slammed his lips against mine, sinking his teeth into my lip, digging his nails into my thighs, slamming into my overly sensitive cunt over and over again.

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