I hug her back. “Thanks. I’m glad you’re not mad, sorry I didn’t ask.”
“You can surprise me with a masked man, any day of the week.” Jordyn holds her hand out to Dante, “It’s nice to meet you, big fan, Mr. Wolfe.” Dante nods, shaking her hand. “Oh, wow, you take the secret identity thing seriously.” His silence is his answer, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Well, let me get back out there. Luna, the back steps to the second floor are behind the door next to the couch. Be up there in ten minutes, okay?”
“Got it. Ten minutes,” I tell her, smiling. There’s a whole lot I can do in ten minutes—no, stop it. Jordyn smiles and leaves, as Dante and I exchange looks.
Dante pulls his mask down, closing the distance between us. I stare up at him, leaning into him. “You are mine, Dante Wolfe.”
“And you are mine, Luna Stirling. In this life, and every universe, no matter what.”
I giggle. “I should have known it was you. Wolfe with the e in your username should have been a dead giveaway.”
Dante laughs, cupping my face. “Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit. Shakespeare.” He seals his words with a kiss, and everything melts into the background.
There will only be him. There will never be another, not for me, not in this lifetime or the next. “And so, the author fell madly in love with her stalker, and they lived happily everafter, the end. Hmm, doesn’t sound like a bad story. I think I should write it.”
“You should,” he says, uncaging me. “I’d read it, especially if it’s spicy. It’s my new favorite genre.” Dante gives me a wink, pulling my hands to his lips. “Come on, angel. We have a signing to attend.”
I sigh, breathing easy, my heart feeling whole once again. “Yes, we do.”
Epilogue
Three months later
Icheck the time on my laptop, and the clock reads midnight. My Wednesday night writing sprint is coming to an end, so I turn to glance at my live feed, reading the incoming comments. Several people are in the live chat, and questions start pouring in about the secret project I posted on my VidTok today. “Hi, guys! I won’t be able to answer any questions about the secret project tonight. It’s almost finished; I promise to discuss it once it’s ready. You guys know I can’t keep a secret.” The chat’s going wild with comments. I try to read them, but they’re flashing by too quickly. “I’m sorry to disappoint anyone, but I don’t discuss my unfinished projects in case I change something.” The chat’s still going wild, but I catch a glimpse of a comment that says, ‘BEHIND YOU’.
Before I can turn around, I feel gentle hands grip my shoulders. “Hi, angel. Did you miss me?” his voice was low in my ear, sending goosebumps all over me. My eyes meet his in my camera, and I lunge forward, my hand outstretched to shut my live feed off, but Dante pulls me back, reaching my phone first, and knocks it to the ground. He pins me to my desk, twisting my arm above my head, and running his hand up my thigh. “Come on, Luna. Let them hear you scream my name. They’re dying to know who I am.” Dante speaks loud enough for everyone in the chat to hear.
I’m stuck pinned over my desk, entirely at his mercy. “You are in so much trouble,” I grumble. He’s wearing the mask I like, trying to get in my good graces, pulling a stunt like this. I struggle against his grip, and Dante chuckles at my feebleattempt at freeing myself.
Dante bends over, picking up my phone from the floor, and sets it on the desk. He rips my shorts down past my knees and kicks my legs apart. I gasp, my head jerking back as I feel him run the tip of his cock against my pussy. “How much trouble am I in now?” He growls into my ear, his deep voice sending tingles all over my body.
“Shut the live feed off,Wolfy,” I say through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to moan as he slips the tip of his cock over my clit the way I like. I bite my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood. I’m going to make him pay for this.
Dante pulls his cock away, and I groan in frustration, being so close to an orgasm already. “You know that’s not my name, angel.” He lets go of my arm, but still has me pinned in place against the desk, his cock resting against my ass. I wiggle back and forth against him, eliciting a frustrated groan of his own. Dante snakes his hand around my throat, pulling me up to him. The cool plastic from his skull mask grazes my heated cheek, and I can’t stop the whine that leaves my throat, feeling its cool relief. “Say my name, angel. I’ve been dying to hear you say it all week.”
Dante begins rubbing his cock back and forth against my ass and snaking a hand around my middle to tease my clit again. “Please,” I say breathlessly. “The live feed—” My pleas are cut off as he pulls back and slams his cock into me. “Dante!” I scream as he fills me.
“That’s right, angel. Scream my name, let them know who you belong to. Let them hear how a good girl gets fucked.” Dante wastes no time as he slams into me over and over again, dragging me to the edge of ecstasy, only to stop and pull out. I let out a frustrated growl this time, and Dante chuckles. He lifts my leg onto the desk and repositions himself at my entrance, teasing me. I look back at him, staring into his green eyes, begging to be fucked. Dante fishes a finger under his mask and pulls it off. His god-like features are my kryptonite, and he knows it.
He pulls back, pulling my shirt down to expose my back. He kisses his way from the middle of my back to my shoulder, darting his tongue out before biting down, and pushing his cock deep inside me. “Dante! Fuck!” I gasp, feeling him fill me again. Dante’s hands find my hips, gripping my ass tightly, and pulling me back to him, pushing his cock deeper. I let out a strangled moan, the pain from his bite and the pleasure from his cock are hitting all the right places, and I’m so close to coming. “Fuck, baby, please fuck me.” With his teeth still locked on my shoulder, Dante begins pulsing in and out of me, his pace steady, building with every stroke. His teeth bit down harder, and I let out another scream.
Dante lets out an animalistic growl, letting go of my shoulder and picking up his pace, slamming into me with a newfound fervor. “You are mine, Luna Stirling. God, you feel so fucking good—so tight and wet, dripping fucking wet. I’m going to come so deep inside you, so fucking deep—” Pleasure rips through me as I listen to Dante’s praises. I come so hard around his cock, I scream his name even louder than before.Sorry neighbors. It’s not long until Dante joins me in orgasm-land and fills me as promised.
My body gives out, and I lie against my cool desk. Dante peppers my back with kisses as we catch our breaths. I quickly return to reality, seeing my phone on the desk, and try to sit up, but Dante still has me pinned. “The live feed!” I squeal.
“Calm down, angel. I turned it off when I picked it up. Nobody heard or saw a thing—but I always knew you were a bit of an exhibitionist.” Dante pulls out of me, and I let out a satisfied hum.
“Me? The exhibitionist? Says the man that posts thirst traps on the internet.” I laugh as Dante unpins me from the desk, spinning me around to face him.
Dante curls his fingers around the nape of my neck and pulls me into a kiss. It’s soft, unlike how he just fucked me. He knows that aftercare is necessary, and it fills my heart with joy every time. This man truly loves me and wants me to feel safewith him at all times, and I do. From the moment I met him, I knew I was safe with him. The heart knows.
“You just thought I fucked you in front of your live feed, and did very little to stop me. I fucked you in the woods, and you screamed my name loud enough for the made-up park rangers to hear. I think you like the thought of people hearing you be worshipped.” Dante says in a teasing tone.
I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck. “The man of dreams. You know all my kinks before I do.”
Dante chuckles. “I’m always a willing participant in any of your kinky dreams. Call it research for your books.”
“Mmhm. Research. I can go for another round of research.” I push up on my tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips.
