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As the climax begun to ebb, I thumped down on the table, blinking rapidly. He stood to his full height and for a few seconds, I marveled just how tall he was.

He stood quietly without moving for a full minute. He’d left his gloves on. How careful of him. In the dim lighting of the moon, I locked my gaze onto his lips, the only thing I could see since the rest of his body was covered completely. They were full and, in my mind, the perfect shade of rose meant for kissing.

After tilting his head, he slowly pulled the mask over his mouth.

And I knew the nightmare full of passion and pain was far from being over.

CHAPTER 15

Sinner

Forgive me, father, for I’m about to sin.

Even more than I already had.

Oh, wait. I didn’t have a father.

That hadn’t bothered me before with any action I’d taken.

Only this was different. While my sexual needs had always been on the sadistic side, I’d never delved into the mastery of hunting for the female prey, although I’d participated in every yearly challenge as a moderator. There’d been some contestants that had crossed the line into acts of degradation that had troubled even a monstrous bastard like me.

The reason I’d stopped there, never satisfying my personal needs didn’t need a PhD to determine. I’d never been intrigued by a single woman. Not one.

I’d fucked and controlled a few in my life, but hunting them had been left off the table. Stalking had never been in my bag ofactivities either. Yet this felt right, as if karma herself had drawn me to this beautiful woman. I’d never felt so fulfilled in my life. Even killing hadn’t brought the level of incredible sensations as Desdemona had already brought.

And to think there was much more to come.

Just before placing the mask back in position, I dragged my tongue across my lips. The taste of her lingered, the scent of her desire mixed with the hint of her perfume was mouthwatering.

Being here meant taking a significant risk. I hadn’t planned on touching her again until the night of the third challenge, but my patience had faded. Spending time with her doing nothing more than talking almost as if we were friends had awakened the beast I’d attempted to keep at bay.

Little did she know I’d had a key made, determined to always keep it with me since I’d never knew when the mood might strike. I’d entered through the back door after she’d swept the house. I’d seen her activity through the windows and had wondered what she’d been thinking. Had she been reminiscing on the time spent with the man who one day might be her boss, or reflecting on why she was so drawn to a masked man with dangerous intent in mind?

As I peered down at her, my entire body ached to pin her to the table, tying her down and keeping her as my captive until I’d had my fill of her.

But I wasn’t certain if I ever would.

I didn’t need more than moonlight in order to bask in her beauty. It took everything I had not to rip the nightgown off her body completely. As it was, I’d torn a portion. She was lucky I hadn’t done more. After taking a deep whiff of her feminineessence, the scent filling my nostrils, I rolled my fingertips along the inside of her legs.

I wanted to paint her body with my cum, but at this point, I preferred coming inside of her. Yes. I wanted her sticky and filled with my seed. Perhaps that would provide her with a better understanding that she was to be touched by no one else.

“How do you feel, sweet Desdemona?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“I truly don’t believe you. You’re glowing.”

She turned her head away from me. I was having none of it. I could tell even by the drag of her tongue on her lower lip how much she’d enjoyed the pleasure I’d rewarded her with. Now it was my turn. I’d feasted.

Now I would take.

Soon she would give in return.

Leaning over the table, I planted one hand on the surface while gripping her chin with the other. “Look at me, little lamb. Don’t ever look away again. Or you will be punished.”

She tried to keep me from turning her head, but she failed. As she would every other test. Although I had been surprised when the game had detected her utter hatred of me as her opponent, providing a spear just in time to end my likeness and the game.

That wouldn’t happen again. I never lost.

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