Masked Lovers Novels & Stories

the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her leg. Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her knee. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin.

It was a vow. She rose on her elbows, sweat glistening on her collarbone. “You promised one last game.” He reached into the drawer of the rosewood cabinet near the bed and retrieved a card inked in crimson wax and gold foil. He held it between two fingers. “The Ritual of Unmasking,” he said. “The final game. Not all guests are invited.” Maristella sat up, her interest piqued. “And what does it involve?” “A test of trust,” he said, voice velvet dark. “One final scene. One final surrender. If we both pass we remove our masks. If not we vanish into the night.”

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

The door opened and three girls walked into the room wearing just their lingerie and masks, the men stopped talking and the ladies poured the alcohol into two glasses and handed them to James and Benjamin. "I'm about to lose my patience Benjamin, so do something," James said and then drowned the alcohol in one gulp causing Benjamin to laugh as he sipped his, savoring the taste. "Don't worry, Anastasia is our last card and it's almost time to bring her into the picture" Benjamin said and James chuckled. "I can't wait to see Michael's face when he realizes that the dead woman isn't dead," James said

He nods lifting my head and placing it on his laps Stiffing, snapping out of my stupor I shift trying to stand up but he holds me down and reaching out for my hands to rub, sending a soothing sensation and couldn't help but close my eyes , leaving my self vulnerable In front of a stranger, …… I feel something warm pressing beneath my cheeks, half asleep ,i shift trying to get comfortable, “Damn” Jotting awake “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” feeling my scream muffining Looking from the hands covering my mouth to a certain masked face that as a expression of pain, looking down a certain huge something ,

"Zayden! You can't just use me and toss me aside! Without my word against Seth, he'd never be behind bars! You think you can just walk away from this? Dream on!" "Really?" I raised an eyebrow, pulled out my smartphone, and tapped on a video. There it was, playing on the hotel suite's television: Ruby and Seth in a heated embrace. The explicit parts were blurred, but their faces and those moans were unmistakable.

He was very picky, every girl he reviewed didn't match his taste and he hasn't made his decision even after two months of looking. But now, someone finally had his interest. A few days after the phone call to Keisha's mother, she is now sitting in front of the mafia boss with an irritated face and skeptical look. "You look very beautiful with the mask off." Talking about the time they danced together in the masquerade ball.

His lips moved, repeating vows I couldn’t hear, vows that sliced through me like knives. The masked man leaned close to my ear. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered. “The future sealed before your very eyes.” “You’re a monster.”I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “I hate you.” “No, little one. I’m a teacher. And this…” He chuckled softly. He gestured toward the stage. “...is your lesson.” Then the elder spoke the final words. “…seal this union with a kiss.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Darius hesitated, I saw it, the flicker of hesitation in his jaw, the way his hand stiffened at his side, but Tamia tilted her chin up expectantly.

Why does kissing him make the pain in my chest go away? I move my lips to his neck, tasting his skin where his scent is strongest. He shudders against me, and I feel proud that I can make him react like that. "You taste like moonflowers," I murmur against his throat. "Ivan, we can't—" "Yes, we can." I lift my head to look at him. His lips are swollen from kissing, his eyes dark and confused. "We're mated now. This is what mates do." "But you don't want this," he says, and his voice sounds sad.