Page 14 of Toxic

Her eyes glitter behind her mask, a mix of mischief and challenge. “Perhaps. I think these gatherings can be stimulating.”

The way her lips form around the wordstimulatingsends a jolt straight to my groin. “Stimulating can be dangerous in the wrong company,” I counter, my hand tightening slightly on her waist.

“Then I suppose I should choose my company wisely.” Her breath ghosts across my ear as she leans in, her body pressing against mine for a brief, maddening moment.

As we move across the floor, I’m acutely aware of every point of contact between us. Her hand in mine, the pressure of herwaist against my palm, the occasional brush of her thigh against mine. It’s familiar yet thrillingly new in this context.

“You seem familiar,” I remark, echoing an earlier sentiment but with deeper implication. My thumb traces small circles on her lower back, just above the curve of her ass.

“Do I?” Her tone is light, playful even, but I can hear the slight catch in her breath. “Perhaps we crossed paths in another life. One where we were... intimately acquainted.”

The tension between us builds with every exchange, every touch. Each word is a move in our private game of chess, neither of us willing to concede an inch. I find myself both frustrated and aroused by her ability to match me step for step.

As the music fades, I gesture toward a secluded alcove. “Would you care to continue our conversation somewhere more private?”

She tilts her head, considering. “And what would we discuss away from prying eyes?”

I lean in close, my lips barely brushing the shell of her ear. “All the ways I want to make you scream, Silver.”

A visible shiver runs through her, and for a moment, I think I’ve won. But then she pulls back, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Promises, promises. But can you deliver... Raptor?”

She accepts with a nod, and I guide her to a private lounge area, my hand on the small of her back. Rich, dark fabrics surround us, creating a cocoon of intimacy. We sit opposite each other, the space between us charged with unspoken intentions.

“So, Silver,” I begin, leaning forward slightly, my eyes never leaving hers, “what really brings you to places like this? The thrill of anonymity? Or something more... primal?”

“Perhaps a bit of both,” she answers, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. The movement causes the slit in her dress to part, revealing a tantalizing expanse of thigh. “It’s liberating to bewhoever you wish, to indulge in desires you might otherwise keep hidden. Don’t you think?”

“Indeed,” I agree, my voice dropping to a near growl. “Though sometimes, masks conceal more than just faces. They hide our deepest, darkest wants.”

“And what are your deepest, darkest wants... Raptor?” The way she says my pseudonym is like a caress.

I lean in closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. “To peel away every layer of mystery surrounding you. To uncover every secret, every hidden desire. To make you come apart under my hands and mouth until you forget every name but mine.”

Her breath hitches, a flush creeping up her neck. “Bold words. But actions speak louder, don’t they?”

“Then let me show you,” I murmur, reaching out to trace the line of her jaw with my fingertips.

The private roomI enter is dimly lit, the air thick with a heady mix of anticipation and desire. He follows me in and I sense his eyes on me, piercing and intense, even through the mask he wears. I’d know those eyes anywhere. Gray, like a raging sea, cold and calculating, yet burning with a hidden intensity.

He gives me one of those grins that never quite reaches his eyes, his voice a low rumble as he commands, “Crawl to me, sweetheart.”

I should resist, but I didn’t come in here to resist. I came here for him. Just like the first time, I find myself sinking to the floor, my hands and knees pressing into the cold, hard surface.

I crawl to him, my ass swaying with each movement, my body already responding to his commands. I come to rest before him, sitting on my knees, my eyes locked onto his as I stare up at him.

He unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall open and I notice something new on his chest. A tattoo he didn’t have before. A black snake curled around a moth. It’s the same tattoo I have, except his is much larger. I meet his gaze and stare. What does this mean? I want to ask him, but the way he’s looking at me makes me hold the question in and focus on the moment. There’s something else I want more.

He reaches out, his thumb brushing harshly over my mouth, his touch sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “You look so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

His words make me wet, my body responding to him in a way that it astounds me. He must see the blush on my cheeks, the desire in my eyes, because his gaze sharpens, turning hungrier. “Are you wet for me, Silver?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

I nod, my breath hitching as I press my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them. He chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound as he points to a piece of furniture across the room. It’s a bench of sorts, padded and shaped for one purpose only. “Go bend over that for me,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Ass in the air, legs spread. I want to see that wet pussy.”

I hesitate for a moment, my body trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. But the desire in his eyes and the hunger in his voice has me complying. I stand, my legs shaking slightly as I make my way to the bench.

I bend over it, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide, exposing myself to him completely. His eyes burn me, his gaze like a physical touch as he takes in every inch of me. I hear him move behind me, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room. Heslides my underwear out of the way, his fingers delving through my folds, groaning at the wetness he finds there.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. I hear rustling behind me and turn to see him rubbing my slickness over his length, stroking himself as he stares at my pussy. His eyes are dark, hungry, filled with a desire that borders on obsession. “I can’t wait to have you,” he growls, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

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