The final room is his bedroom.
I’ve been inside this room so many times, but standing out here, alone and in complete silence, brings back sour memories—the day I discovered Dominik’s box of secrets.
Secrets that had to do with me.
The masks.
The lies.
His obsession.
But inside that room, I also found pieces of myself I had buried. Emotions I had denied myself the right to experience. I discovered desire, connection, lust…a different kind of need.
Existing alongside Dominik, I discovered a whole new version of myself, finding meaning in every word, spoken or unspoken.
Everything is different again.
Inhaling deeply, I push the door open with my fingertips and enter.
My heart is beating so fast, I can hear it thundering in my ears.
The room is empty.
How is he not here? Is there a secret hideout somewhere in this apartment?
I check the bathroom, nothing.
Just as I approach the closet door, a hand clasps around my neck, and a solid body pushes against me.
Dominik’s scent is intoxicating, making me tingle.
Fuck me, it’s embarrassing how badly I enjoy this shit. Being snuck up on like this turns me on more than any dirty talk.
“You should always check behind the door first, little brat. We’re going to have to work on your hunting skills.” His voice is muffled, but still gravelly. I try to turn my head to look at him, but he jams his thumb under my chin, restricting my movements.
“You snuck up on me. I wasn’t done searching.”
He laughs, and I can tell he’s wearing a mask. “Yeah, I was getting a little too impatient thinking of all the ways I want to punish you tonight.”
I feel my heart racing as a familiar thrill takes over me. “Punish me? For what?”
“Just because I’m in the mood for taking. And for all the fucking grief you gave me before.”
I snicker, rolling my eyes even though I know he can’t see it. “You deserved it.”
His hand wraps around my throat, tightening as he twists me around, pressing my back against the wall. “And you deserve this.”
My heart drops as I stare up at Ghostface—its elongated, contorted mouth twisted into a sinister grin, does something to my insides. The mask seems to come alive, mocking me in a delicious way as my dark fantasies simmer beneath my skin. Most people might find this type of thrill twisted, maybe even a little sick, but I fucking love it. This is exactly the type of distraction I need tonight. And the fact that Dominik knew what I needed without even seeing or talking to me just makes me realize how in tune we are.
He shoves me down to my knees, his hand still gripped around my throat. He’s not wearing a shirt, and I drink him in as he works his belt quickly, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his hard cock. His piercing glistens in the dimly lit room, making me want to inch forward and run my tongue along his head.
“You’re going to suck my dick until I’m satisfied or cum down your throat, whichever comes first. Then I’m going to tie you up to the bed and tease you until you’re screaming for me to stop.”
My brat is itching to come out. He knows I don’t beg, and a part of me wants to find out how far I can push him.
I don’t say anything as he brings his cock up to my lips. I don’t open up for him when he presses it to my mouth.
“You have one second to obey,” he says, pushing his thumb down on my chin. You know what? I’m willing to risk it.
