“Take off the mask,” I hissed, but the words stuck in the gag and were muffled by the tape.
He leaned in close, eyes flickering like black glass right above me. “No.”
It had to be. That was the only logical conclusion. My body responded to this man, not because I was some messed-up, high powered woman who needed dark romance for escape—although that was definitely part of it—but because on some primitive, unknown level, I knew this man.
Vincenzo.The name whispered through my mind like a breath of fresh air.
It was possible, though not plausible. The mobster was out of prison, and we’d briefly seen one another two Christmases ago.
But why the wait? If this was his endgame, messing with my life, why hadn’t he come sooner?
As the puzzle swirled around my mind, his fingers dipped lower. I arched under his touch, and he lazily palmed my breast to bring my attention back to the present. Caught between mental insanity and unearthly pleasure, I succumbed to the better of the two choices, embracing the latter with every fiber of my being.
“That’s it,” he whispered roughly. “Give yourself to me.”
Pleasure trickled down my spine. It centered in my throbbing pussy, where he offered just enough attention to create a low thrum of relief.
But just as the muscles deep inside coiled tight, the hard touch faded away.
I squirmed vigorously, chasing his touch.
Hard hands planted on my thighs, pinning me to the bed as he knelt between my legs. His hot breath fanned from behind the mask, a pitiful relief for the aching flesh.
“Do you feel this?” He pushed his fingers deep into my channel without warning, making my back bow off the mattress. “No other man has the powerto make you this wet.”
He pulled them out, holding up his gloved hands before dragging them down my bare stomach. Pleasure sparked anew, and before I knew it, he bent, fidgeted with his mask, and drew his tongue through my soaked center.
The feeling was indescribable. Violent. Explosive. I couldn’t pick one. Euphoria rolled through me as he sucked and licked me in turn. Desperate, short breaths huffed from my nose as I struggled to stay conscious. He sent me racing back to the edge, climbing the peaks of pleasure.
If he denied me now, I didn’t think I would survive another edging.
His smile formed against my pussy. “Don’t worry, Mandy. Tonight, I want you to come all over my face.”
I sobbed with relief. My body trembled and shuddered. Every thought was overshadowed by the terrible need. Mind, heart, and maybe even my dead and buried soul were so focused that I missed a detail I should have picked up on.
I clenched my legs hard around his head, rocking my hips against his mouth. Right there, just a little more. I screamed loudly as my muscles coiled tight. Pleasure crashed into me, and on the next firm stroke of his tongue, I shattered.
The release was the opening of pent-up frustration that took years to build. I hadn’t come this hard in my entire life. Like a switch, the pleasure and bliss melted into something truly horrifying.
I began to cry.
Tears streamed from my eyes. There was no holding them back. My chest heaved with terrifying force, shuddering as my core still convulsed with ebbing spasms. Legs that were suddenly weakened fell open.
The masked man crawled up, features once more concealed. Those glittering midnight eyes stared down at me, and I couldn’t read what they said if I tried. Strength, the ability to fight, the ambition to hold onto my life, left me. My body shuddered with sobs.
“Sshhh, ragazza mia, that’s it,” he murmured, cupping my face. His thumb swiped at my tears. “I want everything you have to give, Mandy. Your pleasure belongs to me, as does your sorrow. Your pain, and your joy. I’m here now; I’m taking it back.”
There was that detail again.
But I was too far gone to care what it meant.
His touch lingered on my face, possessive and unyielding. I gave myself over to the tears, letting him have them.
“This is what happens when you don’t give way to your emotions. I know you. I know you’ve been bottling this up—probably for years.” His voice turned into a growl. “One release triggers the rest.”
I nodded, guessing he was probably right.
“I wish I could tell you it was going to get better, Mandy, but it’s not.” The sound of those words was soft, almost like an intimate caress.
