Todos os capítulos de Sexy Behind The Mask: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Lauren woke to the sensation of large hands tracing over her body, warm palms sliding across her stomach, up her ribs, fingertips brushing the underside of her breasts. She groaned, her body aching in places she hadn't known could ache, every muscle protesting the movement as she tried to shift away from the touch.Wyatt had worked her over hard. Multiple times. Multiple positions. She'd lost count after the fourth orgasm, her brain turning to mush somewhere around the time he'd bent her over the side of the bed and fucked her until she'd been sobbing his name into the mattress.Now she cracked one eye open, squinting at him in the early morning light filtering through her curtains. He looked disgustingly well-rested for a man who'd spent most of the night fucking her senseless. His dark hair was messy, the stubble shadowing his jaw looked darker, but his eyes were alert, focused, that predatory gleam already there as he watched her wake."No," she groaned, closing her eye again. "Wha

The silence in Wyatt's truck was suffocating. She wanted to break it but couldn't. The words stuck in her throat, and she wasn't sure what to say.So, Lauren stared out the window as they drove through Manhattan traffic, watching the city slide past, trying to focus on anything except the large, quiet man behind the wheel. The man who'd made her come so many times last night she'd lost count. The man who'd fucked her awake this morning with such intensity she could still feel him between her thighs.The man who'd made it perfectly clear that what they'd shared meant nothing beyond the confines of her apartment. And once the job was over, he would be gone. She was afraid that he would take her heart with him.Her chest ached with disappointment she had no right to feel. She had known, hadn't she, that she was a job to him. Maybe she had taken the girlfriend part too seriously.She had hoped for more, but his words this morning had shattered that hope.Stupid."You ready for this?" Wyat

Lauren's hands flew to her mouth, bile rising in her throat. The casual violence of the dead bird. The possessive tone. The thinly veiled threat against Wyatt. The implication that she was property to be kept pristine on a pedestal."I'm going to be sick—" She stumbled toward the bathroom, barely making it before she emptied her stomach into the toilet.She heard Wyatt moving in the other room, his voice low as he made phone calls. Lauren stayed on the bathroom floor, her forehead pressed against the cool tile, trying to stop shaking.This was different from the messages and the flowers and everything else before. Different from him watching. This was a threat. This was a promise of more violence to come if she didn't comply.She felt like she was on a rollercoaster that was out of control, and the only way to survive was to jump."Lauren?" Wyatt's voice was gentle as he crouched beside her, a washcloth in his hand. "Hey. Come here."She turned to him, and he wiped her face with the d

She kissed him, her teeth catching his bottom lip, biting down just shy of pain. Wyatt groaned into her mouth, his cock hardening fully beneath her, but his hands stayed where they were. Letting her lead. Letting her have this.Lauren kissed down his jaw, his throat, feeling the vibration when he swallowed hard. Her mouth moved lower, across his chest, her tongue tracing the contours of hard muscle, her teeth scraping over his nipples. She felt him tense beneath her, felt his breathing change, but still, he didn't move. Just let her explore, let her touch, let her take.She kissed lower, over the ridges of his stomach, feeling them jump beneath her lips. Her hand wrapped around his cock, thick and hard, pulsing in her grip."Lauren—" His voice was strained. "You don't have to—""I want to." She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "I want to taste you. Want to feel you come apart. Want to know I can do that to you."His jaw clenched. "Then do it."Lauren didn't need to be told twice. S

Wyatt's hand pressed against her lower back, grounding her, reminding her she wasn't alone."Sir, I'm afraid you'll need to wait out here," the receptionist said apologetically. "Only actors in the audition room.""Actually," Wyatt said, his voice pleasant but carrying an edge of steel that brooked no argument, "I'll be accompanying Lauren inside."The receptionist blinked, clearly thrown. "I but… we don't typically allow—""I understand." Wyatt's smile didn't reach his eyes. "But I'm going in with her regardless."Lauren saw Liam stiffen in her peripheral vision, his expression darkening. He didn't like that Wyatt wanted to be with her.The receptionist looked helplessly toward the audition room door. "Let me check with—""It's fine," a woman's voice interrupted. Jenna appeared in the doorway, the casting director from yesterday. Her eyes moved between Wyatt's immovable stance and Lauren's pale face, understanding that something was going on. "He can wait just inside the door.""Than