MasukDiana’s POVFrom the dresser, he carries me to the bed with his cock still inside me, my legs locked around his waist, and lays me down on the bed.He pulls off the mask.My breath catches because he’s even more beautiful.“There you are,” I whisper, reaching up and tracing his jaw with my fingers. “You’re beautiful.”He catches my hand and presses it flat against his chest. Then he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor and his body is — god. Sculpted and scarred. A bullet wound on his left shoulder, healed silver. A knife scar across his ribs.The body of a man who has survived things he inflicted on others.He takes my other hand and presses both my palms to his bare chest. His heartbeat slams against my fingers, fast and hard. He holds my hands there while he starts to move inside me, slow and deep, and the intimacy of it after the power games makes something inside my chest flutter.I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. “Stay inside me.”He fuck
Diana’s POVHe lifts me off the ground like I’m nothing. One arm hooks under my thigh, the other pins my wrist above my head against the wall, and he drives his cock into me so hard my skull taps the plaster.The sound that rips out of me isn’t a moan. It’s a scream that I feel in my ribs, because the angle is punishing — gravity pulling me down onto his cock while he thrusts up and the depth is staggering.He’s hitting places inside me that the chair position didn’t reach.“You had your fun,” he growls against my neck, slamming into me hard enough that a picture frame falls off the wall beside us and shatters on the floor. “You rode me and teased me and held a gun under my chin like I was your fucking toy. Now I’m going to ruin you until you forget you ever thought you were in charge.”“You’re welcome to try,” I gasp, gripping his shoulder with my free hand, my nails biting through the fabric. But my voice is shaking now, and we both know the power has shifted.He fucks me standing a
Diana's POVI kiss him through the mask.My lips press against the black fabric, and I can feel the warmth of his mouth underneath, and the shape of his lips through the thin material.I lick the mask, wetting it, tasting fabric and the faint salt of his sweat, and a groan comes from behind it that vibrates against my tongue.The wet fabric clings to his mouth and I can see the outline of his lips now.The visual of kissing a masked killer is doing something dangerous to me.I slide the mask up. Not all the way. Just enough to expose his mouth and his jaw. He has full lips and a jaw that could cut stone.A day’s worth of stubble scrapes my chin when I finally press my mouth to his.He kisses me like a man who’s been starving. His tongue pushes past my lips and the taste of him floods my mouth.I suck his tongue and spit builds between us and drips from the corners of our mouths. The kiss is sloppy, wet and raw.He’s groaning into my mouth and I’m moaning into his and the sounds are mi
Diana’s POVI wake up to a gun pointed at my face.My eyes snap open and the first thing I see is a matte black barrel six inches from my forehead and behind it is a man standing beside my bed.The moonlight coming through the window catches the outline of him — broad shoulders, thick arms straining the sleeves of a black shirt, gloved hands wrapped around the grip of a pistol.He’s wearing a mask. It’s a black fabric covering everything below his eyes. And his eyes — god, his eyes. Pale grey, sharp, framed by dark lashes, are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen on a person.And they belong to a man who’s about to put a bullet through my skull.My heart is slamming so hard I can feel it in my skull. The sheets are pooled at my waist and I’m naked underneath because I sleep naked.The fact that this man has been staring at my naked, unconscious body sends heat rushing to my clit.“Diana Cole?” he says. His voice is low and dangerous, muffled slightly by the mask.“Who’s asking?” I m
Sloane’s POVI ride him like something in me has come unhinged and I don’t want to find the screw.My hands are flat on his broad chest, my hips rolling in deep, grinding circles that drag his cock against every sensitive inch of my walls.His cum from earlier is making everything slick, and the wet sound of me riding him fills the dark bedroom. He grips my neck with one hand, my tit with the other, squeezing hard enough that the pressure radiates down to my clit.“Sloane,” he grunts, his hips thrusting up to meet me on every downstroke, his cock driving deeper from this angle than any position before. “You ride cock like you’ve been practicing for this your whole life.”“I have been,” I moan, bouncing harder, my thighs burning and my pussy clenching around him with every roll. “Every time I rode a pillow, thinking about you. I was rehearsing for tonight.”He groans and his hand slides from my neck to my waist and he grips me with both hands and starts pounding up into me from below.
Sloane’s POVHe fucks me missionary like a man who’s been caging something for a year and just ripped the door off the hinges.My legs are hooked over his shoulders and my knees are pressed toward my ears and every thrust drives him so deep that I feel the impact behind my navel.The bed is slamming against the wall — the wall my mother is sleeping on the other side of — and the rhythmic thud of the headboard is loud enough that I should be terrified but his cock is hitting a spot that’s making rational thought physically impossible.He grips my jaw with one hand and forces my mouth open. Not gently. His fingers dig into my cheeks and my lips part and he leans down and kisses me with my mouth held wide.His tongue pushes all the way in, licking across mine, and spit pools between our open mouths and drips down the sides of my face onto the pillow.Then he pulls back and spits into my open mouth. The warmth hits my tongue and I swallow and my pussy clenches around him so hard his hips
Jessica’s POV"Fuck, she's full of the president's cum and still gripping me like a fist," Diesel says to the room, slamming into me, his tattooed hands bruising my thighs. "This pussy doesn't quit. Axe filled her up and she's still hungry." He spanks my clit with his open hand while his cock is
Jessica’s POVMy car dies on a stretch of highway that Google Maps had no business sending me down.My phone is at two percent.The only building for a mile in any direction is a bar with a parking lot full of motorcycles and a neon sign buzzing WOLVES DEN in red.I've had the kind of week that mak
Nora’s POVI sink down onto his cock with my back against his chest and the reading chair groans under both our weight.The angle is completely different from the bookshelf. He’s deeper this way — impossibly deep — and the curve of his cock presses against a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll t
Ruth’s POVThey find a rhythm that makes me forget my own name.Daniel thrusts up into my pussy from below in deep, rolling strokes while Rhett drives into my ass from behind in a counter-rhythm.Cole fucks my mouth in slow, measured strokes, his hand cupping the back of my head, while my fingers w







