Page 31 of Dark Truths

Tonight’s the night I’ve been waiting for. The night I’ve been working so hard for. I aced all of my exams and just as he promised, Dimitri brought me to thePlayground.The theme of the night is a masquerade, and the guests have gone all out. Decked out in extravagant costumes and elaborate masks, the atmosphere is mysterious and captivating. At first, I was worried someone would recognize me, but behind my mask, I’m not Gabriella DiAngelo. I'm just another faceless guest here to experience a night of pleasure and sin. Doesn’t mean I’m any less nervous to be here.

“Hello, angel,” a familiar deep voice whispers behind me, his warm breath caressing my bare skin before it sends shivers down my spine.

I lean back into him, savoring the solid feel of his body behind me. Slowly, his hands glide up my arms, causing goosebumps to erupt along my skin. My body feels electric, buzzing with a kind of energy only he can draw out and command.

I rest my head on his chest to peer up at the mask covering his handsome face. It’s the first I’m seeing it, and I definitely approve of the design. A black mask with grunge elements and dark gold accents. A pair of black horns grow from the top with red edges like it’d been dipped in blood. The mask of a devil made to compliment my angel one.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Very much so.”

Behind his mask, his eyes burn like the blue fire from the deepest pits of hell. “If I had a soul, I’d almost feel guilty about corrupting such a sweet and innocent creature.”

“Who said anything about innocent?” I tease, echoing the same question from his office all those months ago.

His hand trails up the front of my neck to grip below my chin. The angle forces my head back and keeps my face pointed up at him.

I can almost see my mask in the reflection of his eyes. Silver and white, with traces of gold among the crown of feathers designed to resemble a halo on top of my head.

“Are you ready to play with the Devil tonight, Angel?”

Humming my response, I take his hand and follow him through the crowded and dark club. Whatever his plan tonight, it’s a surprise. The only thing I know for certain is he swore I’d love it, and I trust him.

He leads me down a short hall with doors on both sides. A few are open and I catch quick glimpses inside of naked couples,sometimes more than a pair. Finally, we stop at a door and he opens it, standing off to the side and gesturing with his hand for me to enter before him. It’s a space about the size of a standard size bedroom. An oversize chaise lounge takes up the center of the room, pointed toward the wall with floor-to-ceiling windows. The room overlooks the main space below with the raised platform and the growing crowd gathering around it.

“What’s the show tonight?” I ask, my eyes closing briefly when I hear the door click shut. The air in the room grows heavier as he approaches until he’s standing directly behind me. His body burns like a furnace, like born from the fires of hell.

“There is no show.”

I spin around, confused. “No show? What do you mean?”

He gestures with his head to the window. “Look again. Closer.”

Doing as he says, I study the crowd better and watch as one at a time the couples strip. Some into their undergarments, some into a towel and some to nothing at all. Some leave their masks on, while others remove them too.

“I don’t understand.”

“Tonight is swingers’ night at the masquerade. The show…is watching one another. Joining one another, enjoying one another.”

“Does that include us?” I breathe out, already knowing the answer, but needing his reassurance to confirm my expectations for the night.

Dimitri leans down and nips at my earlobe, making me jump back. “Absolutely not. The only cock you will ever feel buried in your pussy is mine.”

“That’s mighty presumptuous of you to assume it will only ever be your cock.”

My sass earns me a bite on the neck this time and I smile to myself, knowing I succeeded in making him jealous.

“Maybe I should strip you naked and fuck you so hard against the glass that every woman below wishes they were you and every man wishes they were me.”

“And you’d really let the men see me naked?” I challenge back.

Like some kind of animal, he growls into my neck; the vibration rippling through my chest. “Better yet, maybe I’ll just fill your sassy mouth with my cock until you can’t think straight enough to talk back.”

The idea of any other woman seeing his cock has me feeling feral. I don’t care that we’re wearing masks and our identities a secret…his naked body is as much as mine as mine is his.

“Do you plan on just teasing me all night or do I need to—”

Dimitri spins me around so fast, I nearly tumble from the momentum before he shoves me against the glass wall and uses his body to keep me there. Every inch of him pressed against me is hard and solid and powerful. He towers over me, his presence overwhelming and consuming, that it feels like I’m drowning in him. My head feels light, my vision blurs, and my mind spins. My only relief comes from him.

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