MasukCHAPTER 1 Something warm brushed across Melissa's shoulder blade, pulling her from the deep fog of sleep. Her eyes snapped open in the dark room with her heart pounding. What the...? Another kiss landed lower even slower and deliberate, trailing down her spine like someone savoring every inch. She froze with her body rigid under the thin sheet. This wasn't a dream.. someone was in the bed with her.. kissing her..! Lips pressed to the small of her back so hot and hungry and a groan vibrated against her skin. โAngela... my Angela. God, I've missed you so much.โ It was Mr. Bassett. His sleepy voice sent ice through her veins even as pleasure gushed over her. But who was Angela? The head maid had warned her never to sleep in this room... the bedroom next to the masterbedroom, untouched since the accident. But last night after hours of scrubbing floors and chasing after little Sophie, exhaustion had won. She'd only meant to rest her eyes for five minutes on the edge of the bed but n
โWhat are you doing here?โ she asked, voice sharp and wary. He smiled slow, stepping closer with that hungry look in his eyes. โForgot my wallet. Didn't want to hold everyone up.โ His gaze raked over her body. โBut honestly? I wanted this. Us. I can't stop thinking about how good it felt fucking you that night, Sophie. That tight, wet pussy... I need it again. Right now.โ Her breath hitched. Desire pulled low in her belly even as her mind screamed no. โNo. Absolutely not. This was a huge mistake. Get out, Richard.โ She crossed her arms tight, trying to ignore the growing ache between her thighs. He moved fast anyway, pulling her into a hard, hungry kiss. His lips crushed against hers, tongue demanding entry. Sophie pushed at his chest at first, mumbling, โRichard, we can't...โ But his hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass and his tongue slipped in deep. She melted against him despite herself. โFuck. Just once more. That's it.โ Clothes came off in a frantic rush, landing
Sophie stared at Richard's face, her body still buzzing from the intense orgasm that had ripped through her moments ago. The luxurious suite suddenly felt suffocating, the city lights outside blurring into nothing. โRichard?โ Her voice came out cracked and small. โYou're... you're the one marrying Eva?โ She stepped back on shaky legs, yanking her dress up to cover herself, fingers fumbling with the fabric. He ran a hand through his messy hair, eyes going wide for a second. โSophie. Fuck. I... I didn't know it was you. This is crazy.โ His words sounded shocked, but his tone stayed too smooth, too controlled. Something in the way he looked at her made her skin crawl with suspicion. Like he had known all along. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. Hot anger flooded her chest, pushing aside the afterglow. โBullshit, Richard. You knew. Deep down, you had to know it was me. And even if you didn't at first, why the hell did you go to that party looking to get fucked? You're gettin
โFor me to devour that sweet pussy like you want, little cat, you should let me blindfold you. Iโll slip my mask off underneath and trust me, itโll feel even hotter that way.โ Alan offered. Sophie blinked with a nervous laugh bubbling up. โBlindfold? No way. I already said I want to see you. This mask thing is fun but Iโm not playing hide and seek in the dark too.โ Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her half-mask, the lace brushing her cheeks. Inside, excitement and doubt twisted in her stomach. This guy was magnetic but something felt off like a puzzle piece that didnโt quite fit. Alan stepped closer, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. โCome on, Sophie. The mystery makes it better. Just a scarf over your eyes. Iโll make you scream my name before you even know it.โ His tone was playful but there was an edge to it like he was hiding more than just his face. She shook her head, pulling back a step as the heat between her legs cooled a little with the unease. โAlan
Sophie leaned heavily against the bar, letting the music wash over her. Through the open lower half of her black cat mask, she took a long slow sip of the champagne and it tasted terrifyingly expensive. โSo, peonies or roses?โ she asked, her voice laced with a playful exhaustion. She turned her head slightly to look at the stranger beside her. He was wearing a rather plain silver half-mask and a suit that didn't quite fit his shoulders. He looked thoroughly out of his depth. โIโm sorry?โ the stranger mumbled, blinking rapidly. Sophie sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. โFor a wedding centerpiece. My sister Eva is getting married next month downtown. The groom is a CEO.. filthy rich and apparently white roses are far too clichรฉ for high society but peonies are supposedly too 'springtime.' Itโs an absolute nightmare to organize.โ She swirled the liquid in her glass, watching the bubbles rise and pop. She loved Eva, truly she did. But standing here surrounded by Ma
I pulled him down to me, my lips finding his again. "Lie back," I whispered against his mouth. He did, stretching out on the table beside me, and I turned to face him, propping myself up on one elbow. My hand traveled down his chest, across his stomach, and I felt the muscles there tense beneath my fingers. "You're so tense," I murmured. "Rela, let me take care of you." "I don't know if I can relax," he admitted, his voice strained. "Not when you're looking at me like that." I smiled, slow and wicked. I leaned down, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. He shivered beneath me, his hands finding my hair. "Miaโฆ" "Shh." I continued my path downward, my lips trailing across his chest, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. The sound he made when I reached his nipple was something between a gasp and a groan. "Ahhโฆ fuck!" I looked up at him, my mouth still hovering over his skin. "You like that?" โFuck, yes,โ admitted, his chest heaving. I took h







