Page 97 of Gothikana

She looked to her side and found herself staring at a girl in a red mask having her breasts sucked by a guy in a gold mask, right in the open for anyone to see.

Corvina kept her body loose, letting Vad guide her, curious to see what he would do as her body got aroused with the sex running rampant in the air.

‘You want to play with the devil tonight?’ he asked in her ear and her breathing hitched.

‘Yes,’ she gasped.

He made her stand against the side of the pillar, a clearly visible portion from anywhere in the hall, and turned her out to face the room, with the view of all the dancers and spectators and lovers, much like in her dream.

He pressed against her back, kissing her neck in such a way the beak of his mask fit into the V of her dress. From a distance, it probably looked like she was standing there alone, the man behind her all in black in the shadows, his mask a part of her costume.

Her nipples pebbled hard, her breathing growing rapid.

‘Did you like the music?’ he asked her, his hand falling to her thigh, right over the slit of her dress.

‘Yes,’ she replied, her heart pounding, eyes checking to see no one was looking. More people were busy pairing off, some in multiples, all in various stages of undress, uncaring about anything as long as their identities remained hidden.

‘Last Black Ball,’ he whispered in her ear, ‘Ajax and I shared Zoe right under that chandelier.’ His hand caressed her slit. ‘I never cared if she had his cock in her pussy when I fucked her mouth.’

Corvina was turned on by the picture he painted while hating that it was him in it.

‘But you,’ he told her softly as she watched a girl fall to her knees in a corner and take a guy out, drawing him deep in her mouth, ‘I won’t ever share. Not your body, not your sounds, not your expressions. You can watch them all, but they don’t get to see you. Understand?’

The possession in his voice ratcheted up the heat all over her body.

His hand ventured in from the slit, finding the line of her pussy. With the sleekness of this dress, she had chosen to go without panties for the night, hoping he would find it hot.

‘Did you remember when I fucked this pussy on the piano in this very building?’ He kissed her shoulder, his fingers probing her wetness. After weeks of being fucked twice every day, then going without for a week, her pussy was weeping at the familiar touch of his hand, at the beloved heat of his body, and at the scene around her.

‘Yes,’ she breathed, barely able to form the word.

He slapped her pussy once and she bit her yelp back, her heart throbbing everywhere in her body.

‘If you make a sound,’ he told her, his deep voice laced with sex, ‘someone will turn. They will look and see you getting finger-fucked by a stranger in the shadows. Do you want that? Do you want them knowing I have access to this pussy anywhere, anytime I want, however I want?’

She was breathing hard by the time he finished speaking the words, her legs slightly spread to accommodate his large hand as he pushed two fingers inside her aching walls, her body on fire at the words, at the visual he was depicting.

She didn’t want anyone to turn around and see her. Neither did he. But the threat that they could, that she was doing something soforbidden right where anyone could just turn their heads and see, sent liquid heat through her veins.

She was turned on, more turned on than she’d ever been in her life, and he knew it, the devil. He knew the depth of her desires, how to play them, how to deliver them and leave her satiated.

She bit her lip as he pressed his palm into her clit, inserting another finger inside her, stretching her wide open.

‘Look at you, so wanton, standing in the middle of a hall, drenching my hand under your dress.’ He licked her neck. ‘It gets so wet for me, just for me. You missed me so much, didn’t you?’

‘So much.’ She groaned at the pressure, her legs quivering. She locked her knees, gripping the side of the pillar for support with one hand, the other holding her glass tight, as he wreaked havoc with his hand.

Erica looked at her in the middle of dancing with some guy and waved, and Corvina clenched hard around his fingers. She somehow managed to smile and lift her glass to Erica, relieved when the girl turned back around.

‘Mine,’ he growled against her neck, scoring his teeth over her fading hickey under the dress.

‘Please,’ she begged shamelessly as a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her skin, knowing she couldn’t take the build-up much longer with the silence. ‘Make me come. Please, Vad.’

Thankfully, he took mercy on her, increasing the pressure of his palm on her clit, rotating it while easing his fingers in andout in a rhythm her body loved, her inner walls holding him tight as he pulled out and accepting him deep as he pushed in, his other arm wrapping around her waist for support, to keep her upright.

It climbed and climbed and climbed, and all of a sudden, her mind blacked out.

In a hot flash that started to shake her body, she came, biting her tongue hard to keep from screaming, somehow muffling the sound down to a groan, her heart beating so hard in her chest she could feel it pounding in her ears, her limbs jittery. The glass broke in her hand silently, cutting it open as her blood dripped to the floor, shards falling amidst them.

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