Page 18 of The Library

And yet, as much as it pisses me off, it also feeds my ego. They want her—every single one of them can’t stop staring—but they’ll never have her. Only I will. The knowledge that all these men are coveting what’s mine, knowing she’s completely off-limits to them, only fuels the twisted satisfaction in me. They can look all they want, but they’ll never taste her, never touch her. That privilege is mine, and mine alone.

She’s dancing now, her hips swaying to the beat, her head thrown back in laughter with Anna beside her. It makes my pulse race, every laugh she shares with Anna feels like a private moment I should be the only one allowed to witness. The sight of her like this—free, wild, and completely unaware of the danger lurking just a few feet away—is fucking intoxicating. And I have never, in my life, wanted to be drunk more than right now.

Ty nudges me, pulling me out of my thoughts, and when I glance over, he’s watching me with a knowing smirk, amusementdancing in his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his drink, clearly enjoying the show I’m putting on without even realizing it.

“You look like you’re about to fucking lose it,” he says, his voice low and taunting. “Can’t stand the thought of anyone else even breathing in her direction, can you? But we both know how this goes. You’re playing the long game, and she’ll be yours the second you’re ready to take her. They won’t even see it coming.”

He chuckles darkly, his eyes flicking to her for just a second before landing back on me. “You’ve already got her in your sights, man. Just a matter of when you’re going to pull the trigger.”

I grunt low, my eyes narrowing as Derek approaches her, handing her another drink. I’ve been watching him all night too, knowing exactly what he’s up to. He’s been trying to get with her for years, biding his time, waiting for a moment like this. It disgusts me.

“Ty, if he touches her again, I swear to god—”

“Relax, man,” Ty cuts in, still smirking behind his mask, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’ll get your chance. But right now, I’ve got my eyes on her friend.” He glances over at Anna, completely oblivious to us as she dances with Lilith. His grin turns darker. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers until she’s choking on my cock, eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks. I bet she’ll look fucking gorgeous begging for air.”

I shake my head and laugh under my breath. Ty’s a sick fuck, almost as much as me. Maybe even more, on some days. He knows exactly what he wants, and he doesn’t hide it.

He tilts his head, catching my eye with that same wicked glint. “C’mon, let’s go say hi. You know she’s gonna love it.” His voice takes on a deeper edge, filled with promise, like he’s already picturing what he’s going to do to her.

We both have our preferences when it comes to women—bound, crying, completely at our mercy, begging for more evenwhen they’re breaking. It’s that line between pleasure and pain we love pushing them to. The desperation in their eyes, the way they tremble, fighting the fear while craving the release only we can give them. It’s intoxicating. And we both live for that moment when they realize there’s no turning back.

I tense, but Ty doesn’t give me a choice. He drags me across the room, heading straight for them. The closer I get, the more my blood boils. Derek is standing too close to Lilith, his eyes tracing the lines of her body like he has some fucking claim over her.

Ty reaches Anna first, flashing her a grin as he introduces himself. “Hey, I’m Ty. Looks like you’re having a good time.”

Anna glances at him, her lips curving into a smile, clearly intrigued. I barely pay attention to their interaction. Ty’s charm has always been effortless, the kind that disarms anyone in seconds. I focus on Lilith, drawn to her.

Before she can speak, someone nearby stumbles, sloshing a bag of alcohol—blood-red liquid—all over her. It splatters across her chest, her dress, her skin, and the scent of sweetness mixed with alcohol fills the air.

As soon as I see her, covered in that fake blood, something raw and primal tightens in my chest. She’s a vision of dark beauty—her black dress clinging to her body, her hair wild from dancing, her skin flushed with the effects of alcohol. But it’s the blood that gets to me, dripping down her curves. It’s intoxicating. The sight of her like this—dangerous, untouchable, yet vulnerable—sends a dark thrill racing through my veins.

She has no idea how fucking perfect she looks to me right now.

“Shit!” she gasps and laughs, staring down at the mess, her cheeks flushed from both alcohol and embarrassment. Anna bursts into laughter, but my attention is solely on Lilith. She doesn’t know I’m here yet, doesn’t know I’ve been watching hersince the moment she stepped into this house. From the second she entered, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her. But now, seeing her like this, covered in blood, it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to drag her into the darkness where she belongs.

She turns then, her eyes meeting mine, and I see the flicker of recognition. Her smile falters, replaced with something else. Something deeper. Something darker.

I move closer, closing the space between us with deliberate slowness. I want her to feel me before I even touch her. I want her to understand that she wasn’t just imagining things, that the pull she feels is real. It has been there all along.

Her lips part slightly, as if she’s about to say something, but she doesn’t.

My eyes rake over her, taking in the sight of the blood dripping down her chest, accentuating the curve of her breasts, soaking into the fabric of her dress. She looks… fuck, she looks incredible. Like something out of my darkest fantasies.

I clench my jaw, my mind racing with all the things I want to do to her in that moment. But I have to stay calm. For now.

The air between us thickens, crackling with tension, and I can practically feel the heat radiating off her. My gaze lingers on her curves, the way the fabric molds to her body, and I know she feels it—feelsme. The hunger in my eyes, the way I’m devouring her with every look, is clear.

The mask on my face—white as a ghost, splattered with blood—hides everything except my eyes. I see the way she reacts to it, the way her pulse quickens when she stares at me. There’s a dark intensity in her gaze, a flicker of something primal that she probably doesn’t want to admit. But I see it. She’s always had a kink for this, though she’s never said it out loud. The anonymity, the danger… it fuels her desire. I can see it in the way her breaths grow shallow, the way her chest rises and falls faster than before.

She’s barely holding it together, and I fucking love it.

I step closer, and her body goes still, her eyes glued to the mask. I can see the effect it has on her, the way it makes me even more dangerous in her eyes. She’s always been drawn to this—the danger, the control, the raw power I hold over her. But with the mask on, I’m untouchable. And she loves it.

Her legs tremble again, and I know she’s barely holding on to her sanity. The tension between us is electric, buzzing through the air as I move closer. My gaze stays locked on her, watching every flicker of emotion, every sign of submission in her body.

“You like this, don’t you?” My voice is low, a dark rumble as I close the distance between us. I reach out, my hand brushing lightly against her arm, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. Slowly, I let my fingers drift lower until they find the delicate chain of her necklace. I pick up the pendant—an upside-down cross—and smirk as I roll it between my fingers.

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, my thumb grazing the symbol as I hold it up between us, our eyes locked. “A little twisted, don’t you think?” My smirk deepens as I drop it, letting the chain fall back against her chest. “But I like it. Suits you.” There’s a dark irony in the way it hangs there, and I can’t help but imagine her on her knees, wearing nothing but that necklace, her lips wrapped around my cock.

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