Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

He was only doing it because of the respect he had for Nikolai. "Get out," she said coldly, flicking her manicured fingers toward the door. Mark lowered his gaze, his eyes ice cold as he hurried out, afraid he might not hold himself back if he stayed. The remaining attendants worked faster, afraid of meeting the same fate as their boss. Rosa leaned back in her chair, admiring herself once the makeup was finished. "Finally," she whispered, tilting her head slightly. "Now I look like his queen." Her red dress glittered as she stood: silk hugging every curve, the slit at her thigh daring enough to command attention. She reached for her diamond mask, tracing a finger along its edge, a faint smil

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

“Pause it.” The masked model stepped out like she owned the night. Graceful. Elegant. Moving with a confidence that burned me alive. Her face hidden by that damn silver mask. Her mask. The thing that had made her untouchable, untouchably adored. “Zoom in.” He hesitated. “It’s already blurry, ” “Do it,” I snapped, voice dripping venom. He did. The image worsened, but then something caught my eye—metal flashing under her sleeve.

Her heart is beating fast and the thought of an ally in the middle of the enemies is calming her down. The lights start to dim and a server goes around providing masks to everyone. People are starting to move towards the dance floor to waltz but Scarlett is too busy searching for Ryder. Where is he? Suddenly, someone grabs her wrist. Scarlett instinctively tries to fight but the person pulls her so quickly that she falls on his chest. “Hi kitten,” Ryder’s sly voice reaches her ear. “Ryder!” She gasps and looks up. He’s wearing a masquerade mask and a dark wig but his hazel eyes are twinkling from beneath.

Inside, nestled on a velvet cushion, lay the Mask of Fortuna. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed upon it. The mask was an eerie thing of beauty, crafted from polished obsidian that gleamed under the dim light, its surface sleek and reflective. It was as if it had been pulled straight from the depths of some ancient world. Crimson rubies and emerald sapphires adorned it, set delicately in gold filigree, their fiery hues sparkling as I leaned closer. The intricate Roman symbols etched along its edges seemed to pulse with some forgotten power—laurel wreaths and the ever-turning wheel of Fortuna, as if the mask itself held the whims of fate in its design.

"I want the whole fucking mansion to hear what I'm doing to you." I scream. Not performative – real, raw, ripped from somewhere primal. He's destroying me against this railing and I'm letting him and a hundred people below can see and the couple on the chaise is watching and the woman in the gold mask is touching herself watching us and I've never been this turned on in my entire life. The gold mask woman moves. She walks toward us – slow, deliberate – and kneels beside me at the railing. Her eyes meet mine through our masks. She's beautiful – dark skin, full lips, her dress open to the waist, her tits bare.

He laughed lightly. " This isn't fair" " Don't worry, when you do find your own mate, you'll understand" Raphael teased him again. He really was enjoying this. It was time for another exchange, Lucious exchanged partners and was about to say something else to Raphael when he stopped. Frowning, he turned his head to look at the woman who had made her way to him. His blue eyes locked on the smaller woman before him. She was wearing a silver mask, making it hard for Lucious to recognize her, even with his abilities. The dim lighting in the room didn't help matters.

I trace my fingertips across them as if deciphering braille. They arrive, one, at a time. Rosa appears first her hair set in curls, from the night machetes secured across her back as if they've become a permanent fixture. She never questions it. Instead she brews coffee potent to rouse the lifeless. Lila follows, her voice softer this time gray beginning to show at her temples yet her eyes retain their steel- intensity. She places a flare gun on the table (gold case, engraved with Isla’s name). Marco twenty-four, once marked by silver scars now turned gold wears a wedding band gifted by the reserved programmer who won his heart. He remains silent. Instead he opens his laptop. Angles the scre

“It’s time to go on offense.” I looked into the mirror across the room. The dress hugged me in the right places. The long, fitted sleeves kept the crescent mark hidden from any prying eyes. The high slit running up the side left a teaseful amount of skin exposed. The lacey mesh of the mask covered the right half of my face only leaving the deep red lips I was supporting exposed; the silver rims matched perfectly with the jewelry Rylan had picked out. It concealed enough to shift recognition but revealed enough to tease curiosity. The final touch was the matching black heels peppered with rhinestones.