Chapter 07: Tonight You Were Mine.

Bree.

He pulled back from the kiss, just enough so our masked foreheads touched. His breath came in heavy, ragged bursts against my skin.

“Should I go in?” he asked, his voice low, almost trembling with need.

I looked into the dark eyes behind his mask, my own mask feeling like a cage on my face. My body ached for him so badly it hurt.

My heart was a storm....fear, anger, and a terrifying depth of want crashing together.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Yes… please.”

He let out a shaky breath that sounded almost like relief. He lifted me in his strong arms as if I were the most fragile thing in the world and carried me to the big bed.

He laid me down slowly, reverently. The red dress rode up my thighs. He pushed the fabric higher with trembling fingers, his touch burning every inch of skin he revealed.

He climbed over me, his body covering mine completely, protecting and claiming at the same time. He kissed the edge of my mask near my neck, then lower, slow and desperate.

“You feel like home under me,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Bree. Even with these masks hiding us, I feel you in my soul.”

I gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his suit. Tears already stung my eyes behind my mask.

“Why are you trusting me like this?” I asked, my voice cracking. “You said it was just business. You said you didn’t like me the first time you saw me. So why do your eyes look so hungry for me? Why do they thirst for me like I’m the only water in a desert?”

He let out a soft, broken laugh... cute, vulnerable, almost boyish. He kissed my lips again through the masks, gentle and full of longing.

“Cause you are simply irresistible,” he said, his voice raw. “I have never seen a woman like you. The way you fight me, the fire in your eyes even when you’re scared… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. It’s crazy. Who falls this hard on the first day? But I did. For you.”

His words cracked something open inside my chest. He kissed me deeper, pouring everything into it. His hands slid the red dress off my shoulders.

My breasts spilled free. He cupped one with shaking reverence, his thumb circling my nipple as if worshipping me. I moaned loudly into the kiss, the sound muffled by my mask.

“If life was fair, would you wish we were together?” I whispered between desperate kisses. “Just you and me. No contract. No masks. No money. Just… us, Real.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes glistening behind the mask. His voice was thick with emotion.

“I do want that. God, I want that so badly. I want you, Bree. Not the baby. Not the deal. Just you.”

He kissed me again, this time with raw, aching lust. His tongue moved slowly, deeply with mine. He gently spread my legs and slid his dick inside me.

The connection was so intense I cried out, my back arching off the bed. Even with the masks between us, it felt like our souls were touching.

“Promise me,” I sobbed against his lips as he filled me completely. “Promise you will never leave me. Please… I’m begging you.”

He thrust deeper, burying himself inside my pussy, his whole body trembling. His voice cracked with raw honesty.

“I promise. I will not leave you, Bree. Not now. Not ever. You’re mine. Not because of money...but because you woke up something in me I thought was dead.”

He began to move..long, slow, soul-deep strokes that made every thrust feel like a vow. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.

My hands clutched his back as if letting go would make the world end. We made love like two broken people finding home in each other. The masks made it forbidden, but the emotion made it sacred.

“You are mine,” he whispered hoarsely while he moved inside me, his rhythm steady and reverent as he continued. “You make me feel alive. You make me want to be better. No one has ever done that to me in such a short time. I knew I have seen HER in you ever since you walked into my office, it sounds crazy but I do not mind.”

Tears streamed down my face under the mask.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please don’t stop. I need you so much it hurts.”

He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deep and slow, sometimes pausing to kiss me desperately through the masks, sometimes moving harder when my moans turned into sobs of pleasure.

His hands held my hips like I was his lifeline. We poured our hearts out between every moan and gasp.

“I’m scared,” I cried softly as another deep thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through me.

“I know, baby,” he answered, his voice thick with tears he was fighting. “But I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m never letting you go.”

Every word, every thrust, every heartbeat made the moment more intense. My body shook with overwhelming pleasure and emotion.

He sped up slightly, still tender, his breathing ragged. I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing against mine.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned, voice breaking.

“Yes, I need you to pour it inside my wet coochie,” I whispered, holding him desperately. “Please…I wanna have a part of you inside of me.”

He moaned out loud as his hot cum filled my pussy... Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, his body heavy and trembling.

I held him as tightly as I could, arms wrapped around his back, tears soaking into both our masks. He felt like a home. He felt like forever.

After a long, quiet moment he lifted his head. His eyes were soft and vulnerable behind the mask.

“Do you need to bath now?” he asked gently.

I smiled through my tears, still catching my breath. “I would love us to bath together if it's fine by you."

He laughed softly, the sound full of affection, and kissed the top of my mask. “Sure. Anything for you.”

He stood and carried me to the bathroom, still holding me close like he couldn’t bear to let go.

The water was warm when he turned it on. We stepped in together, masks still firmly in place because of his strict rule.

He washed my body with the gentlest hands I had ever felt... sliding soap slowly over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, touching me like I was sacred.

I washed his chest, my fingers tracing every muscle as if memorizing him. We didn’t have sex again. We just held each other under the warm water, bodies pressed close, hearts beating together.

It felt deeply romantic. It felt like love. The water washed over us like it was cleansing every lie, every fear, every pain for one perfect moment.

When we finished, he wrapped me in a big soft towel and carried me back to the bed. We lay down together.

My head rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around me protectively. No more words were needed. Just our breathing and the steady beat of his heart.

We fell asleep like that...wrapped in each other, warm, safe, and connected.

***

Three hours later my eyes opened slowly.

The room was dark. Only faint city lights glowed through the windows. I reached out for him. My hand found only cold, empty sheets.

“Papi?” I called softly, my voice already cracking with fear.

I sat up fast, panic rising in my chest. “Papi?”

I climbed out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. The light was off. He wasn’t there.

I ran back to the bed, heart hammering. That was when I saw it...a white paper folded neatly on the pillow where he had been. With trembling hands I picked it up and opened it.

A single tear fell from my eye and dropped onto the paper, blurring the ink.

“What the actual fuck?” I whispered, tears pouring down my eyes.

My whole body shook with pain and betrayal. The scream tore out of me before I could stop it.

“Son of the Devil!!!!”