All Chapters of Masked: Ruin Me, Daddy (MM Taboo collection): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

By seven in the evening, Dean’s brain felt like overcooked glass—brittle, hot, and ready to shatter at the slightest tap.He stared at the dual monitors in his cramped cubicle, the endless rows of financial data blurring into a gray smudge. As a junior analyst at a high-pressure consultancy, his entire life was measured in pivot tables, tight deadlines, and senior partners barking orders across open-plan desks. Every minute of his day was an exercise in micro-management. He managed his boss’s erratic tempers, managed his own crushing workload, and managed to smile when a director threw a hundred-page deck back on his desk with five minutes' notice.He was good at it. He was neat, hyper-organized, and punctual to a fault. But the control was a exhausting performance, a tightrope walk that left his jaw aching from clenched teeth by mid-afternoon.He packed his leather messenger bag at 8:15 PM, his shoulder muscles locked into hard knots. The commute across the city was a blur of tail-li

The calloused fingers at the nape of Dean's neck tightened—not with cruel force, but with a heavy, immovable authority that locked him in place."Look up," the voice repeated.It was a dark, gravelly baritone that seemed to hum through the floorboards and vibrate directly in Dean’s chest.Dean’s chin was tipped up by a broad thumb pressing firmly beneath his jawbone. Even behind the padded silk of the blindfold, he felt the sheer physical presence of the man standing over him. The air around the Top radiated a suffocating, possessive heat. He smelled of polished saddle leather, cold night rain, and a distinct, smoky note of high-end bourbon—a scent so hauntingly familiar it sent a sudden, confused prickle of panic down Dean's spine. But before his overworked brain could trace the familiarity, the overwhelming weight of the dynamic crushed the thought entirely."You’re trembling," Master Obsidian noted. The voice was calm, measured, and heavy with the absolute confidence of a man who h

"My car is—""Get in," Kellan growled, his voice cutting through the damp night air like a blade.He didn't wait to see if Dean complied. Kellan palmed the driver’s side door of his massive, blacked-out SUV, unlocked it with a sharp double-click of the fob, and threw himself inside.Dean stood on the wet pavement of the alleyway for a single, trembling second. His sedan was parked two streets over in the dark industrial quarter, but the thought of arguing with Kellan right now was unthinkable. His knees felt like water; the sudden surge and crash of adrenaline had left him feeling lightheaded and hollowed out. He practically fell into the front passenger seat, dragging the heavy leather door shut behind him.The heavy door closed with a dense, airtight thud, sealing them inside a soundproof bubble.Kellan didn't turn on the radio. He didn't turn on the heat. He shoved the keyless ignition button, the engine roaring to life with a quiet, menacing purr, and jammed the gear shift into dr

For three days, the lie hung between them like a suffocating blanket.They performed the unspoken script with painstaking care. Kellan read his morning paper in the breakfast nook, his dark suit crisp, his posture immaculately straight. Dean drank his black coffee, stared at his phone, and left for the office at seven-thirty sharp. They discussed household groceries, the weather, and Dean’s commute in flat, polite sentences.Rule Number Two was in full effect: What happened in Room 4B never happened.Except it was happening everywhere.The air in the house had become hyper-charged, thick with invisible current. Everyday interactions carried a razor-sharp edge. When Kellan handed Dean a key envelope from the mail pile, their fingers brushed for half a second—a spark of heat so intense Dean almost dropped the paper. When Kellan stood behind Dean in the kitchen to reach a cabinet, his broad chest nearly grazing Dean’s shoulder, Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his spine instantly lock

The wool jacket slipped from Dean’s shoulders, pooling onto the hardwood floor of the study, followed closely by his tie and white dress shirt. Standing in the cool air in only his trousers, his chest heaved in shallow, frantic breaths, his skin prickling with cold and raw anticipation.Kellan didn't move from behind the desk. He watched every button undone, his dark eyes tracking the line of Dean’s neck down to the rigid arch of his collarbones."Not here," Kellan rumbled, his voice low and vibrating with absolute ownership. He stood up, stepping out from behind the desk, his presence towering. "The study is for business and contracts. When you surrender your body to me, Dean, you do it in my space."Kellan crossed the room, pressing a subtle panel hidden within the mahogany bookshelf. A soft pneumatic click echoed, and a heavy wood door masked as a bookcase swung silently inward, revealing a private staircase leading below the ground floor."Down," Kellan commanded softly.Dean’s pu