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I stand and move silently across the room, slipping under the blanket.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BRIAR
Something is between my legs.
Someoneis between my legs.
My silk negligee has ridden up to my chin, exposing my tits, nipples pinched into hard points. A pair of rough hands slips under the band of my panties and pulls them down, the person underneath rising up under the blanket.
I lurch and gasp, still disoriented from sleep. “What the fuck?—”
“Did you miss me, muse?”
Saint fucking de Haas.
I flail my legs, attempting to fight him off and stop him from getting my panties off. “Get the fuck off me,” I snarl.
He flings the blanket off, revealing the mask still covering his face. Traitorous warmth pools between my legs.
Saint pins me down with one hand between my hips and rips my panties off, balling them into his fist before he lifts his mask to smell them. “Mmm.” His hum makes my blood simmer, unbidden pleasure thrumming from my core to my toes. “So sweet, muse.”
Before I can object, he shoves my panties into his pocket. His trophy.
“Getoffme!” I shout, attempting to sit up, but he’s too strong. His body comes down on mine, pinning me into the mattress, hands planted beside my shoulders to box me in.
“But we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he murmurs, sending a shiver down my spine.
I can’t see his eyes beneath the black mesh of his mask, and that’s somehow more terrifying than that typical wolfish glint. My gaze roams over the red flame licking up around his eye and the jagged crimson line that’s meant to mimic a scar striking through the other. But it’s the eerie white crescent moon—the smile covering his own—that I know will haunt me most.
“Get out of my bed!” I demand.
His head tilts, and a lump forms in my throat. I try to clamp my legs together, but he’s between them, and when he grinds up, the hard tip of his cock brushes against my clit through the fabric of his pants. I gasp, clutching at the sheets.
“You practically invited me in.” The mask muffles his low drawl.
Behind him, I spot the open window. Shit. I forgot to lock it after yelling at him earlier. How could I have been so stupid? “If I wanted you in my bed, you would’ve received an invitation.”
“Screaming another man’s name while you rode your pillow was invitation enough,” he snaps.
My heart pounds. What was I thinking taunting him like that? I wanted to catch his attention, make him watch in horror as I destroyed all the cameras he planted.
But I should’ve known he would retaliate.
“Maybe that’ll teach you not to spy on women in their own homes.”
“Woman,” he corrects. “There are no women—there is only you.”
The declaration shouldn’t make my heart skip, but it does. “Is that supposed to make it better? You hid cameras in my house. That’s a huge violation of privacy.”
“I did it so I could keep you safe,” he seethes. “And need I remind you, I’m not the only one violating privacy. As I recall, I didn’t invite you into my home.” His tone turns to a seductive purr. “And yet, I wanted you on my desk. We both did.”
“I didn’t,” I spit, well aware we both know I’m lying.
His hand lifts from the mattress and caresses my shoulder before drifting down to my bare breast. I bite my lip against the moan when his finger slowly circles my hard nipple. He takes his time stroking down my body, salivating over every inch from my breasts down my stomach and between my legs. My breath catches.
“Then why are you already so wet for me?” His finger glides up my slit, pulling a trail of my arousal with him before landing sharply against my clit.
