Page 38 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“Well, hello, stalker,” she singsongs, smiling widely at me when she opens the door.

“Hello, brat. How am I supposed to fuck you if your new pet wants to rip my head off?”

She makes a thinking face. “It’s probably the mask. You should take it off.”

I dart my hand out to wrap around her throat, and Nyx growls. Irritation zips through me.

“Soon, I promise.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “You promise?”

Anxiety and dread have my pulse racing. “Yes.”

She smiles and strokes Nyx’s head, and I risk reaching my hand out towards her. A growl rumbles in her throat, and my head drops. This isn’t happening tonight, whether she lets me inside or I force myself inside.

“Good night, Sam,” I tell her, and look to the black beast. “Good night, asshole.”

Reluctantly, I turn and walk away, disappearing around the back of her house, waiting in the shadows for a few minutes to make sure she isn’t spying. As soon as I’m back under the trees, I rip my mask off and run my hands through my hair. Well, this fucking blows. Should’ve let her keep the damn cameras.

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Patience. I’d like to believe I have plenty of it. I mean…I’ve been lying in her backseat for almost an hour waiting…and hiding. Hiding from the beast and waiting so I can finally quench my thirst. Sure, I could have snatched her when she stepped outside her house, but Nyx would probably go insane and break the door or window to get to her. I could hear her low growl when Sam brought her outside to potty. If she would have came to her car to investigate as to what was so interesting and opened the door, I would have been dog food for sure. Small space, lots of teeth.

She finally gets inside her car, but I remain frozen in place until she starts the engine and turns on her music. Hopefully, drowning out the commotion enough, her fur baby doesn’t hear her mommy coming and freak out. Now speed is something I definitely possess. I jolt upright and wrap the cloth around her eyes and tie it tightly behind the headrest, shove her arms to her sides and grab the end of the rope I already had hiding between the seat and door and pull it around her, securing it behind her seat.

“Shadow,” she cries. “Please tell me it’s you.”

“The one and only, little brat.”

I climb out of the back seat and into the front, smiling when I see she’s wearing a skirt. She makes this too easy sometimes. Leaning over her, I reach between the door and move her seat back and lay it down as far as it will go. “You put an obstacle in my way on purpose.” I gather her skirt and bunch it at her waist. “Do you not want me to make you come anymore?” I ask, rubbing her clit through her pretty yellow lace panties. Her lips parted at just one small touch.

“Green,” she breathes.

“Lift,” I demand, and she pushes her ass off the seat, and I drag her panties down her legs.

“Put your knees to your chest.” She does so without an ounce of hesitation. I love how flexible she is. Bending her like a pretzel is just stretching for her.

“You have the prettiest pussy.” She squirms at my praise, and I drag a finger up her warm center.

“Tell me green, one more time.”

“Green!” it comes out in a plea.

“Good girl,” I tell her before shoving her panties into her mouth. “Try not to have your neighbors knocking on the window wondering why you’re screaming.”

I pull off the mask and lean over the middle console, burying my face between her legs. Muffled moans fill the car along with the wet sound of my fingers thoroughly fucking her. Her scent dances around my nostrils and her arousal glues itself to my taste buds. Unable to stop myself, I remove my fingers and shove my hand under my waistband, rubbing her scent and cream all over myself before sliding three fingers back into her again. The need to come with her is overwhelming. It doesn’t take long to bring myself to the brink of climax. Just knowing her arousal is all over me is catastrophic. This woman has me wrapped around her finger without even realizing it. I hold my breath until both of our orgasms pass so I don’t make a sound without my voice changer. If I were to pass out, on top of her bare pussy is where I’d like my face to be.

I place a soft kiss on her clit before covering my face once again. My heavy breathing makes me sound like Darth Vader. “I’ll always find a way to you, Sam. Until you wave your red flag, you’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours. But I hope we remain forever green. I don’t want anyone but you,” I confess as I untie the rope and open the passenger door. “Every quirky, unhinged part of you is my green. You are my green, Sam.” I close the door before she can pull the panties from her mouth and remove her blindfold. By the time she frees herself, I’ll be gone.

27

Sam

“Sam! Someone sent you flowers!” Ben, the new hire, yells down the hall, his voice getting closer with each word. “Mmm, they smell amazing too.” He pushes the door open and steps inside my massage room, still holding the flowers to his nose. My smile falters when I see the purple sweet peas.

“Is there a note?” I ask.

“Nope.”