Todos los capítulos de Masked Desire: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Jason found himself twisting and whining as Ivan's lips continued to collide against it. He groaned into his mouth but Ivan was relentless.At first, he pushed Ivan roughly and frantically in the chest without any care. All he wanted was to try to create space between them. His heart beat loudly in his chest, and his breath became fast, rapid, and shallow.His eyes opened and shone brightly as he began to panic. He saw that Ivan had no intention of backing down and he was right.Ivan seized hold of Jason's wrist before he could push him fully and slammed it into the wall beside his head. He pinned Jason's hand there as though he was giving a silent warning.Jason barely had time to let out a breath when Ivan's lips landed harshly on his again. He wanted to protest and fight, but he couldn't, not because Ivan's hold was strong, but just because he couldn't. The kiss was not ordinary. It was full of hunger and need. It was a violent, needy, and consuming thing.Ivan's lips crashed into

Jason's povI can’t breathe right. My chest is tight, like something’s sitting on it. The stairwell’s cold, but I’m burning up from the inside. I keep telling myself to calm down, to just inhale and exhale, but the thoughts won’t stop spiraling.What the hell is happening to me?The bond, it’s getting worse. Stronger. It buzzes under my skin like static, like I’m hooked up to something I don’t understand. It’s making me restless. Making me want things I shouldn’t want.Ivan’s mouth on mine.The way Avalon watches me when he thinks I’m not looking.Kaelen’s eyes, sharp like he already knows what I’m trying not to feel.I press my palms to my temples, squeezing like pressure might keep my brain from short-circuiting.This is insane. I’m unraveling.Eventually, I forced myself to stand. My legs feel like someone pulled the bones out, but I can’t stay in this stairwell forever. Someone’s going to find me, and I can't deal with questions right now. I think about going back to my dorm, but

Time had become meaningless. Jason couldn't remember when he'd first settled into Kaelen's chair, couldn't track how many minutes or hours had passed since his legs had given out. The leather beneath him was warm from his body heat, but his skin felt cold and clammy at the same time. His pulse hammered in his ears, uneven and too fast.Kaelen moved around the room like a shadow, pulling curtains shut against the afternoon light, fetching a glass of water from somewhere Jason couldn't see. He didn't ask questions. Didn't demand explanations. The quiet was almost worse than interrogation would have been."This is what happens when someone pushes past their limits," Kaelen murmured, more to himself than to Jason. His voice was low, matter-of-fact. "Body shuts down. Forces you to stop."Jason knew he wasn't talking about training.The scent blocker sat in his pocket like a lead weight. He'd taken it this morning, same as always, but something felt different. Wrong. Like his body was fight

Jason woke slowly, consciousness returning in fragments. His head felt heavy, like it was filled with cotton, and his body ached in ways that suggested he'd been dropped from a considerable height. His skin was clammy, sticky with dried sweat, but the fever haze that had been clouding his thoughts for days had finally broken.The first thing he noticed was the ceiling above him. It wasn't his. The second was the weight of a gaze pressing down on him like a physical thing.He turned his head, movement sluggish and deliberate, and saw Ivan across the room. He was seated in a chair, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on Jason with an expression that gave nothing away. How long had he been sitting there? How long had Jason been unconscious?Jason's heart jumped, a stuttering rhythm that made his chest tight. His throat felt like sandpaper when he tried to swallow. He didn't ask how he'd gotten here—didn't need to. The truth flickered behind his eyes in scattered images. Ivan catching

Jason doesn't move.The shadow outside his door lingers, motionless, too still to be a passerby. For a heartbeat, he forgets how to breathe. His hand remains frozen on the door lock. The shape doesn't shift like someone walking past. It stays there, deliberate and patient. *They know I'm here.*Then, as if whoever it is senses he's on the other side, the shadow moves—but not away. It stays. Jason slowly retreats from the door, every instinct screaming at him that something is wrong. His bare feet make no sound on the cold floor. He backs toward his bed, never taking his eyes off that thin line of light at the bottom of the door.The shadow shifts slightly. A small movement, like someone adjusting their weight. Waiting.Jason's heart pounds so loud he's sure they can hear it through the door. His throat feels tight. The bond in his chest thrums with anxiety, making his skin crawl with restless energy.Minutes pass. Maybe five, maybe ten. Time stretches until Jason loses track of how l