Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

The familiar presence again, filled Lex, as the huge framed man emerged from the shadows, with a bright red rose in one hand. “Lord,” Gbenga jumped into a slight bow. “Lexington, I hope you had nobody tracking you, if you did, better expect them and their entire family stuffed with foam before the next full moon.” the masked man's voice was soft, yet stern. He moved closer to Lex, towering over him, stared into his eyes and sighed before walking past the two men to sit on a high-positioned chair in the far end of the room, between the light and darkened area.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

He then stepped down after completing his duties, accompanied by applause from the room. Couples quickly descended to the dance floor in the middle of the ballroom. Disco-gothic-themed lights illuminated the room, enhancing the mysterious atmosphere. Suddenly, the pockmark-masked man extended his hand towards Lea. This caught her off guard, and she didn't know how to refuse his invitation to dance. "Do you want to dance?" the tall man with a beard and the opening mask asked again. His gaze behind the mask felt intense as he looked into Lea's eyes, trying to examine the hidden expression of the girl behind the feathered mask.

I hug my arms around myself and start walking, heels crunching against gravel, the wind whispering through tall grass like it knows something I don’t. Then Headlights. They curve around the bend, slow and deliberate. The car pulls over beside me. The window slides down. A man looks out. A dark mask covers the upper half of his face. Only his mouth and eyes are visible steady, unreadable. “Good evening, Lisa,” he says. I freeze. I have never told him my name. ….. /AN/ What do you think about David?

His shirt gaped open slightly at the collar, exposing a strip of pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. Ivan stepped back to admire his handiwork, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of Jason pinned and vulnerable. "Much better," he murmured, his accent thick with satisfaction. Jason tugged at his bonds, but they held fast. "Let me go," he demanded, though his voice came out smaller than he intended. "Not until you tell me what I want to know." Ivan moved closer again, his fingers hovering over the second button. "But don't worry, little wolf. I'm in no hurry."

I knew. I walked up to him, tugging my wallet from my coat. “Something wrong, sir?” I retrieved a check. Five digits, clean. I handed it over. “Get this to the masked dancer.” He whistled low at the amount. “Damn. Lux?” His lips curled into a grin. “She’s fire, ain’t she? Man, every guy in that room would sell their soul to get a taste. She’s so fucking unreal.” I didn’t respond.

I forced myself to stay still despite the tremor running through my body and looked around for Sebastian. I knew it. He was unreliable as ever. "How much longer?" I finally asked. "Soon. Just wait a little longer," Rebecca said. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a server led someone into the private room. The man was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. I glanced at him once before turning to look at Rebecca, who had been watching me the entire time. "So what exactly are you planning?" I asked. "Are you expecting him to start a therapy session for me right here in the private room?"

“I'm just a guy craving your intimacy. You know what I mean, right?” “Do I know you?" Lucas asked as his eyes pierced the masked man’s. “Maybe, maybe you don't.” He leaned in towards his ears. “Come on, darling, it doesn't matter” he whispered, voice still distorted. “We’re all alone. Let’s make the best of it, Hmm?” His voice dropped as he leaned in, teeth grazing Lucas’s ear. Lucas flinched hard, his body jerking against the restraints. “Ouch, what the hell is wrong with you? Get off me!”

Her whole body glowed! Madeline was lying on a red velvet upholstered chair, and a man in a gold mask was leaning over her full, soft breasts and kissing her. Madeline ran a hand through the man's dark hair, her legs wrapped around his thick waist. A soft moan escaped her. Suddenly her eyes opened, and Madeline turned to look at me, then smiled. She patted the man on the back, and the masked man immediately stopped moving. He rose obediently from Madeline's body, and turned reluctantly away with the bulging mound beneath him. The man casually grabs the wrist of a woman and quickly pushes her under the veil.