My throat is abnormally dry. “Me?”
Reaching out, he brushes my hair behind my ear. But I flinch, and he drops his hand fast.
“I’m sorry…” He’s soclose, the face of the devil mere inches from mine. “God, I want to touch you so badly…”
That coarse whisper, from within the firm wall of his chest, beneath expensive fabrics, those words, in that voice, cause a dull throb between my legs that I positivelyhate… Because of how good it feels.
Fuck, why is this happening…?
Not now… not with him.
“But I don’t want to scare you,” he goes on, resounding words directly into me. “What will it take? You are… so unbelievably beautiful…”
“I… um…” My heart is rapping, steadily increasing in pace while my head spins.
What is this? Is this real right now??
He doesn’t know it’s me…
He wants to…
What?!
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, index finger running gradually up and down his thigh.
I’m hypnotized by it. The way it’s… stroking. Like a paintbrush.
Up and down… up… and down.
“I won’t touch you unless you say it’s okay,” he purrs, leaning in so close that his breath warms my ear… and my neck.
Fuck…
I’m shivering from the top of my head to my damn toes.
“I’ll do whatever you say, beautiful thing,” his tone is downright pleading, though still wrapped in erotic growls that give away an insatiable hunger. Forme. “Anything at all, you can have. I want you to feel comfortable. I want you to feelgood…”
“Take off the mask,” I blurt out, eyes springing to his.
He looks surprised by my request, but only for a moment before he tugs the mask off like it’s nothing.
Without a care, just… baring himself to me.
Eyes wide, I’m staring up at him. At that face… The face I haven’t forgotten in fifteen years.
It seems insane that I still remember it so crystal clear, considering that I was only three the last time I saw it. But he looks exactly the same. Maybe a few more lines around his eyes, a hardening from years of being a callous psychopath.
He would be around forty at this point… unfortunately, he’s just as attractive as back then.
I hate it. I hate that he’s so goddamn beautiful, and Ihateeven more that I notice it. That I can plainly see the perfectly symmetrical angles of his chiseled face, an appearance that’s likely shocking to anyone who sees it for the first time. With the pale skin and white hair and black eyes, he looks so unlikeanyoneelse, and that just makes him more intriguing. Which makes me even angrier.
He bites his lip; a full, pink bottom lip that has me sucking in a secret breath. His hair is a bit tousled, from the mask, silky strands of ivory white framing his face.
“Is that better, love?” He croons, tone silken with confident devotion.
Like he’sDaddy… kissing my boo-boos.
Fuck fuck fuck…
