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“You can. And you will,” he plunges two fingers back into me as he holds me tight to his face with one hand.

“Fuck,” I scream, my shoulders scraping down the wall as I come with an intensity like nothing I have ever felt before, and my body crumples on his shoulders.

Holy fucking shit.

I struggle to catch my breath as he carefully slides my unsteady legs from his shoulders, revealing his drenched shirt. Holding me steady as he stands, I watch as he slides the mask back over his face, concealing his identity from me.

Lex, you have no idea who this man is.

He probably killed Kyle.

And you just willingly went to the fucking rodeo on his face in a dark alley.

Panic begins to race through me as I realize the situation I have allowed myself to be in. One I know is absurd. I’m about to run, when he uses his body to box me back against the wall.

“No more panties,mi reina,” my eyes widen both at his words and the hard cock he is pressing against my bare pussy. “I don’t want anything in the way when I want to eat your cunt until it sprays that sweet arousal all over my face again. Understood?”

Unable to develop a response, I nod my head at him. Reaching my hand up, I grab the bottom of his mask. He firmly grips my wrist and pulls it from his face as his deep voice echoes through the alcove we stand in, “No.”

Clearly seeing the disappointment written across my face, he drags my hand between us, not stopping until he has wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock through his jeans.

“Do not for a second doubt what you do to me,” he slides my hand along his seemingly never-ending length. “Or my dedication to you. You are my queen and the only woman I have any desire to worship.”

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Her hand rubs over my cock, I want to abandon every decision I’ve made about concealing my identity and give Alexys everything she wants.

“Fuck,mi reina,” I groan as her fingers slide over my tip. “Keep that up, and I’ll wind up entirely at your mercy.”

“Good,” she smirks, “then show me your face and let me know who you are.”

“In due time,” I pull her hand from my cock, “when you’re ready.”

“You’ve stalked me, did God knows what with Kyle, broke into my apartment. I haven’t called the cops. Doesn’t that mean anything?” she emphatically exclaims.

“But you’ve thought about it,” my tone is abrasive, “haven’t you? Calling the cops.”

“Yes,” she hesitantly replies.

“And I saw the look in your eyes,” my fingers delicately trace along her jaw, “no less than five minutes ago, you were terrified and ready to run from me.”

She stares up at me, lips parted and trying to argue, but speechless.

“Go home,mi reina,” I shake my head, completely unsure how to deal with her. She stands against the wall without the slightest indication she intends to listen to me.

“Go!” The lone word full of both my anger and despair. My hand drives into the wall beside her head. She jumps in fear, and I can see the complete terror in her eyes. Moving the arm boxing her against the wall, she bolts down the alley and turns the corner toward her apartment.

“Fuck,” I slam my fist into the brick wall again, further splitting my knuckles.

For a brief moment, I thought Alexys might not have been absolutely petrified of me, but that’s all it was. Just a brief moment.

For the longest time, I thought that sliding the mask over my face transformed me. Shrouded in anonymity, I can be everything I’m not. Brutal. Savage. Powerful.

But it’s fucking bullshit.

The mask over my face doesn’t transform me. It simply allows me to remove the mask I wear during the day. The one where I pretend I don’t live cloaked in darkness. I’m an evil fucking man, with and without the mask covering my face. There is nothing redeemable about me, and Alexys sees it.

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