Page 55 of Isla

“That is my real name.”

He laughed. “You came to watch the show,” he said, shuffling me forward, so he could see too. His eyes locking on the three alphas with Polly. I turned my head to look over my shoulder and see what he was viewing.

Polly was now strapped on a large X board and angled with her head low and her arms and legs wide as one alpha had his dick in her mouth, another was between her legs licking her pussy and another slapping his cock over her bright pink arse.

I blew out a breath, because that scene escalated quickly from what I was watching earlier.

“You like to watch?” he asked.

“No, just deciding what to do,” I lied.

“And I’m here to help you decide. Put your black mask on,” he said.

“Black?” Nothing off-limits. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that tonight. And as sexy as King was, he also seemed the dominant kind. He already proved himself to be a stalker, and I didn’t want to take the chance of him hunting me down once I was in the real world. All I wanted was to remember the night with fondness, and happy in the knowledge I didn’t know who he was.

“I’m wearing a white mask,” I whispered. “Kissing only.”

"For now,' he said.

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