Page 26 of Mask of Sin

He released my arms and shifted so he took the brunt of his weight on his shins and feet, then smacked my hands away when I tried to grab for both of our dicks.

“I love the way you look when you beg for my cock, Graysin. All wrecked and flushed, and those pretty lips of yours swollen with my kisses.”

“Great,” I said on a breathy exhale, squeezing my eyes shut. “Now for the love of all that is holy, if you have any feelings for me at all, fuck me, Kellen,please.”

His body tensed, and my eyes flashed open at the sudden change.

“Zane,” he said in a low voice.

“What?”

“Kellen is actually my middle name,” he explained. “My first name is Zane. Sometimes I go by my middle name, but I...I’m done with that.” He cleared his throat. “So, I’d prefer if you called me Zane.”

“Oh, um, okay. Honestly, right now I don’t care if your first name is goose shit. I’ll call you whatever you want.” His muscles visibly relaxed, which was good, but I didn’t see what the big deal was in the first place. A name was just a name. I’d care for him just as much if he was called something truly hideous, like Bradford. I pointed between us with one finger. “Shove that fat cock inside my ass and rail me.Thatis what I care about right now. Don’t hold back. Mark me up. Rearrange my guts. Please, Zane.” I’d take the pain, welcomed it. I wanted to remember this moment when I woke up tomorrow, and every memory we made after that.

Zane bit his bottom lip, attempting to hold back a blossoming smile. It made the most adorable dimple pop in his left cheek.

He wrapped his fist around my cock and stroked. “You really are my wild little kitten, aren’t you? Always that mixture of cocky and sweet.”

His words gave me pause. My brows dipped together, and I brought my hands to my chest, lacing my fingers and rubbing at my palms with my thumbs again. I watched him watching me as his words tumbled around in my brain, searching for and finding the other words they sought.

Oh, don’t worry, kitten. I’ve got plans for you.

Such a good little kitten you are.

You are a bit of a wild thing, aren’t ya?

And this is for Graysin.

A sharp exhale burst from my lungs as my eyes widened. Zane withdrew his hand from me, and I sat up slowly. Reaching forward, I cupped his face with my hands and felt along his jawline, the way a sculptor might assess and admire a finished sculpture.

“Demon?” I whispered.

Zane winked, and I flopped back to the mattress. It was so quiet, the faint sound of the analog clock in the hallway could be heard from here. I allowed myself thirty seconds to flip the fuck out inside and then decide what to do. Only, I didn’t flip the fuck out. Instead, I took a deep, steadying breath, and beckoned to Zane with one finger.

He gently laid down over me and brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. I wrapped my legs around his waist and jutted my chin out. If I could overcome certain obstacles in my life—and I had and would continue to—I could certainly be with whomever I wanted to be with, whether it made sense on paper or not.

We kissed. It was full of hope and new beginnings, at least for me. For Zane too, I thought. He was done hiding behind the mask, and I was choosing my own path.

I pulled back enough to catch my breath and to look Zane in his curious brown eyes, then shook my head and chuckled. “I’m going to hell, Demon.”

He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly.

“Kitten, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

The End.