Masked Lovers Novels & Stories

But with so many of them, I couldn't stop them and I couldn't immediately find a way to escape from them. More than ten armed men got down from those two vans and forced me down inside my car. They took me by the arm and dragged me inside the car. Their mouths were covered with black masks so I couldn't face them individually. Mina was still unconscious when she was taken to the other car and in that other van I noticed a man sitting next to the driver's seat with his whole face covered in a mask. The mask he's wearing is remarkable because he's the only one rejected with a unique mask among them and besides that I have a hunch that he's not just an ordinary member of this group.

The sound of partly dry feet on the floor beckons me out of my musing, and before Bella has moved further than two steps out of the room I'm behind her, drawing her to a halt as I pull the blindfold over her head. It's a padded leather blindfold, held in place with elastic strings, not much larger than a sleeping mask but cutting out all the light. Her breath hitches as her world goes dark, but after several seconds she visibly relaxes, letting me take control. I leave her standing there for several seconds, close enough that she probably feels the heat of my body at her back, but not touching her. Water still glistens on her skin where she's been too hurried or

Anyone in the city knows what went douleur est érotique. He sat down, the beer by his right and the masked girl dancing in front of him. She swayed from left to right, twisting almost like a snake. She bends, brushing her fingers against his bulge. Fuck. His nether rose to the call. He was not getting it out. The girl was giving the best, but not enough to override the demons. “What do think she would look like dead” one said. She continued to move, this time falling on his thighs. She ground her way, roughing his trousers but it was only making the whispers loud.

“But proof… changes everything.” The next night, Isabella and Damian attended a charity masquerade, the perfect cover for a confrontation. Guests danced beneath glittering chandeliers, masks hiding identity while secrets thrived in plain sight. Isabella wore a crimson gown, the fabric hugging her curves, her mask delicate but concealing sharp eyes. Damian’s tuxedo was impeccable, mask black and angular, highlighting the intensity of his gaze. From across the room, Matteo watched, mask in place, his movements deliberate. Isabella sensed his presence immediately, heart tightening. Damian’s hand brushed hers, a silent reassurance. “Stay close,” he murmured.

Instead I grip the railing and push my ass back against him and moan louder. The woman in the gold mask at the other end of the balcony finishes with a sharp cry. Her partner pulls out and she straightens up, turns to watch us. The man in the white mask watches too – his cock still hard, glistening, as his eyes track the motion of my body with each thrust. The couple on the chaise has stopped fucking. They're both watching us now – her still straddling him, his cock still inside her, but motionless, their masked faces turned toward the spectacle of me being split open on the railing.

There he was. After the first man who had invited her to dance was refused, from her upper left side, in the surveillance blind spot, a man in a black cloak wearing a ghastly pale blood-tear mask slowly emerged. His target was quite clear as he moved straight through the crowd toward her. Marisol knew what happened after that without needing to watch. She didn't want to see it again. But Nick, sitting beside her, was seeing the full sequence for the first time. He watched as the man kissed the woman's hand after the dance ended and plucked the rose from her head. His previously calm eyes gradually darkened.

It’s a picture. I stare down at it. A stiff, old photograph, slightly curled at the edges. It shows a couple, hand in hand. Both are wearing masks, but I can still see enough of their faces to feel a strange tug in my chest. The man looks… familiar. Not exactly, but enough to make my skin prickle. I glance at the page where the photo was placed. It reads: “Masquerade party with my lover. He’s been obsessed with unlocking the full potentials of the white wolf. He’s dallied in matters he shouldn’t have, and because of him, something far deadlier might have been unleashed into the world.”

I nod in appreciation downing it quickly as a very broad guy in a silver mask walks up to Ivy and whispers in her ear. “We meet up right here at midnight.” Samira yells as we nod through our masks. Samira heads off with a couple in matching masks. I finish off my drink calming my nerves and decide to walk around. I enter the first dark hall and peek in the room. On the left is a woman strapped to an X as a female Dom uses a toy on her teasing her withholding orgasm. On the right side, there is a couple on a bed in the center of the room. Couples stand around watching and touching on one another. Moans escaped the woman on the bed as her partner drives roughly into her. I pass a gentleman he

At Solara, deep in Peacock Hall, there was a sea of lavender. Amid the purple lavender sea, a circle of white roses was planted. A middle-aged man with a refined appearance was squatting on the ground, carefully watering the roses. Upon closer inspection, half of the man's face was covered by a mask. The other half of his face, his eyes no longer young, was covered with fine wrinkles. Every wrinkle represented his longing and affection for the person in his heart.

Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were sharp, like she’d seen a thousand girls like me walk through this door. I signed the papers with a shaking hand. Paid the f*e. They gave me a silk mask, black as ink, and led me down a hallway lined with locked doors. My pulse was a hammer in my throat. I didn’t know who waited on the other side only that I’d listed “impact play, bondage, breath play” under curious about. The room smelled of leather and warm skin. He stood in the shadows, broad shoulders under a black shirt, gloved hands loose at his sides. His voice came first: low, steady, almost a growl.