Masked Lovers Novels & Stories

I didn’t get long to enjoy the introduction before another voice chimed in from the deck. “Well, well. Familiar face.” Marc leaned against the railing, drink in hand, wearing an outfit that probably cost more than my rent: dark button-down, sleeves rolled, tattoos showing but subtle. His grin widened when I approached. “I thought I recognized you,” he said, eyes sparkling with amused recognition. “The masked girl from the masquerade night.” My soul LEFT my body. Dalton’s slow look of terror was priceless. “You met at the club,” Hayden whispered loudly, delighted.

The moment the heavy wooden door clicked shut, the restraint broke. Mateo grabbed my waist and pressed me hard against the door. His mouth found mine in the dark. The kiss was fierce, desperate, and filled with a hunger that made my knees weak. Our masks stayed firmly on, covering our eyes and the bridge of our noses, but our lips crashed together with a raw intensity. He tasted like expensive whiskey and tobacco. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my silver chains clinking loudly against the wood of the door.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, her eyes appraising Jessica unhurriedly freshening up, the masked woman said, "Did you use that mouth of yours to please him?" "So you also know I'm under White's protection." Jessica toweled her face, adjusted her stray hair and pivoted around to look at the masked woman. "That is all you need to know!" "Ha..." Looking at Jessica who seemed quite collected, the masked woman sneered, "I can't believe the famous Christian Maddox is so undiscerning when it comes to his choice of women!" Having noticed that Jessica seemed to feel the sting in her remark, the masked woman became smug and continued sardonically, "The woman Christian Maddox thinks is deeply in

The stranger’s words still echoed in my ears like a dark promise: “Because I can smell how wet you already are.” I stood frozen on the rooftop terrace, champagne flute trembling slightly in my grip. The golden mask suddenly felt too tight against my flushed cheeks. Around us, the masquerade pulsed with uninhibited lust. Soft moans drifted on the warm night breeze as bodies moved in elegant, shameless tangles. A few feet away, a woman in a peacock mask was on her knees between two men, her head bobbing rhythmically while they shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss above her.

Sandra glanced at Margot briefly before fixing her gaze on Blake. "No, no ... Mrs. Reed, she's lying. What I said is the truth." Blake cried while expressing her grievances. "Margot gave me the potion for Felton. She told me about its existence and that regardless of their gender, they would fall in love after consuming it. "And the first person they were intimate with becomes their lifelong love, receiving all their care and affection. That person will be held in their hands, experiencing true and unwavering devotion until death." Unwavering devotion was just a phase, unattainable for most. However, with Lovers' Poison, it was possible.

Tinambol pa ni Adamson nang mahina ang mesa na tanging kaming kalapit na mesa lamang ang nakakarinig. Ford brushed his hair that was covering his whole forehead and almost reaching his sight with his hand. Sa ginawa niyang iyon ay nagkaroon ako ng pagkakataong pagmasdan ang kabuuan ng mukha niya nang walang sagabal. He really was good looking but he's aloof.

As soon as he arrived, he saw a woman sitting on the ground while trembling. “What happened?” Adam asked at the woman while catching his breath. The quivering woman pointed her finger inside the comfort room. As Adam lifted his eyes, he saw a man swimming on his blood. “T-There is a dead man!” the woman shouted. Adam recognized the dead man in instant. It is the rogue whom they caught I the underground bar. Carefully, Adam stepped forward. Crack. He stopped when he stepped on a mask. When he looked down, his red eyes brightened. It is because he recognized the mask as the mask Maxine was wearing before the party started.

The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her. He sighed loudly as he placed the box down on the counter with a loud thud. "Mr. Windchestly, could you please not bother the girl with your silly stories." He scolded. "Now, go!" In the corner of her eye, Melody could see the man, Mr. Windchestly nod and start to walk away wordlessly; conceding to the command. Maggie found it odd but was happy the deranged man was now away from her. Once he left, the green-eyed man looked at Melody who was still a little speechless and chuckled slightly, "Don't mind him. He's a lit

I pushed it open. The room beyond was nothing like the dusty archives. Soft red lighting, velvet drapes, and a circle of masked figures in expensive robes. On a central platform, a beautiful girl was on her knees, naked except for a golden collar, eagerly sucking one man’s thick cock while another fucked her from behind. Moans and wet slapping sounds filled the air. Cameras recorded every explicit angle. I should have run. Instead, I froze, thighs pressing together as heat flooded my core. One of the masked men turned his head. Even with the mask, his presence was magnetic—tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing dark eyes that locked onto mine through the shadows.

I leaned back into him, eyes half-closed, trying to drown out James, Brenda, the chandelier, and the whole world. The man bent to murmur in my ear. I turned, laughing without humor, brushing my lips close to his. My body wanted to prove it was still mine, that I could choose. A gloved hand caught my elbow. I spun, my heart kicking hard. He was there, the masked man, dark suit absorbing the strobe lights, a slash of black across his face. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t have to. “Is this what you want, Mariam?” His tone was low, almost intimate, carrying over the music. “To let a random man touch you?”