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I follow.
We pass a bathroom with an enormous crowd around it, but he takes us to another area of the house that isn’t so crowded. There’s a door with a handwritten sign marked “OFF-LIMITS.” He pulls a key out of his pocket, unlocks the door, and steps inside. I put my cup down on a nearby windowsill and wait next to the door.
When it opens a minute later, I force myself inside, shoving ghost mask back in and closing the door behind me. “What the fuck—” he tries to yell, but I cover his mouth, pinning him to the wall and plunging the syringe I have prepared into his neck. His eyes bulge. After a few seconds of struggling, he goes limp.
I stash his body in the bathtub, removing the cloak and mask. I put them on, looking at my reflection in the mirror as I wash my hands with soap and water.
Then I pull the shower curtain closed, leave the room, and use his key to lock the door behind me.
Chapter Six
Ava
I sit on the full-sized mattress, waiting for Darren to come back. Or was it Derek? Shit. Learning his name wasn’t the point. I didn’t exactly come here to meet Mr. Right.
Tonight, I just want to hook up. I want to feelwanted.By someone who has nothing to do with the Mafia or my fucking father. Not an arrangement. Not something that somebody else planned for me. On my terms. My choice.
The pause while Darren goes to the bathroom gives me a chance to feel my nervousness. I’ve never done this before, not even close. And like, I don’t want totellhim I’m a virgin, because that would totally scare him off, but I also don’t want to look like an idiot when the clothes come off and I don’t know what I’m doing.
Just act like you’ve been there before.It’s not rocket science, it’s basic biology. It’s an instinct.Animalsdo it.
I search for my drink, then realize I left it downstairs. But a bottle of tequila is sitting on the nightstand, so I unscrew the cap and take a hearty swig, wincing as the fiery liquid trickles down my throat. That’s better. That’ll calm my nerves.
My stomach tingles with anxious excitement as the door to the bedroom opens. Derek comes in, wearing the ghost mask again. He closes and locks the door behind him.
“Do you… have protection?” I ask hesitantly, standing up from the bed.
He nods, walking slowly toward me. He seems taller than I remember, and when we touch, I’m amazed at how solid his body feels.
“I didn’t realize how strong you were,” I whisper seductively, tipping my head up to kiss him. He looks down at me, that creepy mask still covering his face. “Are you going to keep that thing on the whole time?”
Again, he nods. Okay, I can work with that.
“That’s kind of sexy,” I say, wrapping my hands around his muscular torso and slipping them inside his shirt. “I like that.”
From under the mask comes his breathing, hoarse and heavy. Feeling bold, I let a hand creep lower, past his belt line, until it finds something very hard, very thick, absolutelythrobbinginside his pants.
My own breath catches. He’sfullyaroused.
I start to unbuckle his belt, but he stops me. When I look up at him, he shakes his head and walks me backward to the bed.
A thrill comes over me. He’s taking charge, and it seems like he knows exactly what he’s doing. I let him push me onto the bed, on my back, then quiver with anticipation as he stands over me. I’m intensely vulnerable in this moment, my pussy pulsing with need, and he looks fucking scary as shit wearing all black with that mask.
The fact that he isn’t saying anything is kind of freaking me out, but even still, a moan escapes me as he takes hold of my wrists andpins them to my sides. Fuck, that turns me on. He holds my arms in place for a moment, squeezing my wrists as though to indicate I’m expected to keep them there.
Then my breathing gets faster as he begins to stroke my body with his rough hands. They explore my curves, their touch firm, possessive, and it’s almost as though he’s taking me in, marveling at what he has before him. Even though I can’t see his face through the mask, I can sensethe lust in his every action, the hunger.
By the time his hands move lower, I’m ready for it. His fingers trace the high-cut lines on both sides of my bodysuit, making their slow, tantalizing way all the way down from my hips to my crotch.
“Please,” I whisper as his fingers reach the snaps at the bottom that guard my aching clit.
***
Alessandro
Mine.That’s the only thing I can think right now. I’ve been fucking fantasizing about this since the moment I first laid eyes on her. I don’t care if she’s too young or too innocent. She belongs to me now. For the rest of her life.
Ava’s past doesn’t matter. From this moment forward, I’m the only man who gets to touch her. The only man who gets to spread these legs and enjoy what lies between them. That’s something I will not hesitate to enforce.
