Masked Stranger

MIYARA’S POV

I honestly had no strength to deal with the male gender right now. I’d had enough of them for a day.

All my internal pleading to God to make me disappear fell on deaf ears when I felt a presence beside me.

“Hi beautiful” a deep baritone voice called out and I pretended not to hear, rummaging through my handbag for my phone that didn’t want to be found.

As if noticing that I was ignoring him, he leaned closer, his breath fanning my face.

“What is a beautiful lady like you doing here all alone?” He whispered into my ear and my pulse jumped. His voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I finally raised my head. He stared right into my soul, as if he knew something I didn’t. If I thought he was good looking before, he was was breath taking now.

His dark hair fell over his mask, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Tattoos scattered across his knuckles, disappearing into the sleeve of his shirt. My gaze landed on his lips then, full-sized and kissable. I swallowed. What was I thinking?

No men remember?

I didn’t realize I was staring until he waved a hand in front of my face. My cheeks reddened.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, my heartbeat louder than the music.

He sat on the chair close to me, boring holes into my side.

“Dance with me at least.”

I turned to face him, my brows furrowing.

“Shoo… shoo leave me alone” I flicked my fingers at him, waving him away.

The music felt too loud as the people grinding on the dance floor blurred in my vision.

“Wait. Why are they ..three of you now?”, I pointed an accusing finger at him, earning a smirk.

“Never mind. I’m going home” I made an attempt to stand up, but I lost my footing, my hands flailing in the air.

Instead of falling back into the chair, what I landed on was not a chair. It was a hard surface. Warm. His lap.

“You’re drunk”, his lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending an ache to my core. I tried to get up, shove him away, but I found myself enjoying the heat of his body and his firm lap.

Great. And now my traitorous body was betraying me. His scent enveloped me, and for some unknown reason, it smelled familiar.

His hand wrapped around my waist, his breath hot on my neck. My head wouldn’t stop spinning. What if I also had a little fun tonight? Wouldn't hurt right? Finn is not the only one allowed to cheat.

“Take my virginity”

I blurted out before I knew what I was saying. His hand that was rubbing my tummy earlier stopped and I heard a low chuckle.

“Careful what you wish for gorgeous”

I should leave. Any sane person would leave. But I didn’t.

Almost as if possessed, I rolled my hips slowly on him, dragging myself along his length through our clothes.

“Stop that”, he hissed, his voice rough.

“Or I might have to give you what you wish for”

His hand traced my thigh which had been exposed because of how short my dress was.

“Fuck. Let’s get out of here”

He pulled me through the crowd, people naturally making way for him to pass as my head spun.

His hand rested on my waist until we got outside and into a car.

“You can still change your mind,” he whispered, leaning closer, our knees brushing.

“I don’t want to”

A few minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a tower I figured out was a hotel of some sort.

We didn’t make it to the room before I pulled him by the collar and slammed my mouth on his. I was not a fan of kissing, but as soon as my eyes landed on his lips tonight, I wanted to taste them.

He groaned into my mouth as we kissed our way into the room, our chests heaving.

He nibbled on my lips, before his lips tangled with mine. I tugged at his hair, running my fingers through it and feeling the silky texture.

I yanked the mask off my face, sending it flying across the room.

When I tried to take off his own mask, he held my hand, our breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“I want it on”, he murmured, sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder. “It’s more fun that way.” He pressed a kiss on my shoulder blade.

I didn’t have time to process what he meant before his mouth closed on one nipple, licking and sucking. My head fell back, pressure building in between my thighs.

He groaned against my skin, switching to the other breast, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me gasp. My dress was bunched around my waist now, his hands everywhere. Thighs, hips, tracing the edge of my panties but never dipping beneath.

I begged him for more. I think I did.

Everything after that was a haze of heat, mouth, and hands.

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My eyes cracked open a bit, not entirely. I groaned, my eyes adjusting to the morning light spilling through the curtains of my room. My room?

I shot up immediately, my eyes fully opened now, glancing around, the room looked nothing like my room.

Memories hit me in short spurts.

The space beside me was empty, the room eerily silent. Panic shot through my body as I slowly peeked beneath the sheets wrapping around my naked body.

No panties. Nothing.

I pressed a hand to my temple. God what had I done?

The blanket brushed against my nipples, making me wince. It was sensitive as hell.

I stumbled out of bed, shamelessly looking for my clothes. This was not how I imagined losing my virginity. A total stranger? Never in my wildest dreams.

I found my dress but my panties were nowhere to be found. Getting frustrated by the second, I looked everywhere until a pale yellow paper on the bedside stand caught my attention.

Moving closer, I picked up the note.

It read:

I took your panties. They’re mine now.

See you soon.

I reread it three times, my heart hammering against my ribcage. Then turned it around. Nothing else. No signature. No name.