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Frantically, I look round for Zie or Kaiden but Lou squeezes my thigh and tells me to relax.
“Watch. You don’t want to miss this.”
The fact that it’s Lou saying it, allows me to focus on the shadowed figures stalking towards us, but I can’t force my body to relax. The strobe lights behind their silhouettes keep their identities hidden until the two of them zero in on me and stalk even closer. Their movements are in sync, predatory, and if I wasn’t so fucking nervous, I could admit that it’s sexy.
The taller of the two reaches me a split second before the other, but I see that they’re both dressed head to toe in black and wearing identical masks. One snaps his fingers and the lights above us come on, but this time with an eerie purple tint.
The masks light up and my breath catches.
It’s black light. And they’re both wearing…Ghostface masks.
My heart stutters to a halt, and my hands grip the edge of the velvet seating as I cling on for dear life.
It can’t be. It’s not possible. Zie and Kaiden were wearing white shirts. It’s not them. No.
Around me I’m aware of the girls whooping and hollering, but it’s as though I’m underwater as all the noise fades into the background and all I can hear is the thundering drum of my heartbeat that thumps in time to the roll of their hips.
They’re dancing for me.
My mouth turns dry. I try to reach out for my drink on the table in front of me, but it’s gone; the table’s been cleared.When did that happen?
The one masked man jumps up on the table and rolls his hips right before my face, making me jerk back into my seat with a bump. The girls laugh and then scream as he dances provocatively on the tabletop for them. Us. Me?
I’m so caught up in watching him, that I don’t notice the other one approaching until it’s too late. A gloved hand shoots out and wraps around my throat and I’m fucking…gone. A puddle of goo lies where I once sat because Itold the guys about this fantasy when I was fifteen.It was before…the other stuff with the masks…but I can safely say as my captor applies gentle pressure to my throat while he grinds on my leg, that the only thing it’s triggering in me is pure, unadulterated lust.
Fucking hell. This is too hot to be legal surely? Why can’t I breathe?
Oh yeah, the hand at my throat.
A pitiful mewling sound falls from my lips and I forget where I am, what I’m doing, that I have a fucking audience, as my hips roll up to meet each of his thrusts. The rough denim of his black jeans chafes against my bare thigh, which has fallen open in wanton welcome of this masked dancer.
He comes even closer, crowding my space, climbing onto the seat so that he’s straddling me completely, and slowly removes his gloves. My breath catches again, but I can’t discern who it is from hands in the dark alone.
Behind me, the other dancer is showing off, putting on a show for the girls, who are eating right out of the palm of his hand.
A tap to my cheek brings my attention back to my personal dancer, and I find him staring at me, head cocked to the side in a way which makes my pulse race and my panties flood.
Fuck. This shouldn’t be this hot. I should be terrified not turned on.
I really fucking wish I was alone right now.
All around me there’s a massive scream and I look up in time to see the other dancer shredding his shirt in two, revealing familiar tattoos.
Kaiden.
Of course. Who else would jump on a table and rub their crotch in my face?
But then does that mean my silent observer is Zie? I just can’t imagine it. And he wasn’t wearing black jeans earlier. Axel would never be caught dead in denim, and frankly the thought of him giving me a lap dance makes me slightly hysterical.
Growing impatient with my wandering eyes, my masked man grabs my face and yanks my head back to focus on him. His shoulders are tense, his body no longer moving to the driving beat of whatever song is now playing. He leans in, bumping his mask against my neck, forcing me to arch my head to the side to give him better access. With one hand, he raises his mask slightly – not enough for me to see who it is – and leans in to caress my skin with his lips. His other hand slips beneath the layers of tulle on my dress and slides over my soaked thong. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, but when his tongue trails from my collar bone to my earlobe I groan as my eyes flutter closed in bliss. His fingers slip beneath the material of my thong, and as he presses against my tight wet core, he sinks his teeth into my earlobe, causing me to convulse.
Fuck.
I cannot get fingered by a masked stranger less than a week before my wedding.
As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I tense, and the masked man must sense it because he removes his hand and pulls his mask back into place. Grabbing my hand, he brings the back of it up to his gaping masked mouth in a pantomime of a kiss, grabs his gloves and leaves.
Kaiden takes that as his cue to leave too, grabbing his shirt and shrugging apologetically to my friends’ whines and catcalls of protest.
