Masked Men Booktok Novels & Stories

Because while they celebrate, I pack. Two changes of clothes, documents and cash I’ve stolen from my father’s accounts over the years. More than enough to erase myself. I was giddy. All I need now are my books and one last visit to the only room that ever felt safe in the entire mansion. The library is dim when I slip inside and I startle when I hear his voice. I pause, hidden between the shelves, and listening despite myself. The masked man is speaking low, and frustrated. “If I cut them off completely, the ports shut down and the suppliers panic.

He landed between Dominic and the masked man, his combat knife glinting in the moonlight. "You're late, brother," Killian spat, his gaze flickering to me for a split second—a look of such intense, terrifying longing it made me shiver. "I told you... I’m the one who collects the debt." Three monsters. One room. And I was the only thing standing between them and the secret that could topple the world. I reached for the laptop, but the masked man kicked it across the floor. "Enough!" the masked man shouted, ripping off his mask.

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

His jaw was tight, and his hands were clenched tightly. “I know you want me,” I continued, leaning in closer. “I can see it in your eyes. You liked how we spoke online. You liked being my Dom. You liked telling me how you’d use my body. You liked it when I called you Sir and begged for your cock. You can’t tell me you don’t still want to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me.” “No!” Alaric snapped, his voice getting loud. “That’s enough, Mason. Just… stop talking.”

he ordered, pressing the fat head against my entrance. I gasped as he pushed in, slow but relentless, stretching me wide. The burn was intense, but the pleasure was even stronger. Morgan groaned deeply, his eyes half-lidded as he sank deeper. “That’s it… taking my cock so well,” he murmured. He gave me only a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting. "Ahhh...Aahh.Ahh.Ahh. Ahh..." He fucked me like he owned me. One hand pinned my wrists above my head, the other wrapped around my throat making me dizzy with lust. “Mine now,” he growled, pounding harder. “This ass belongs to me.”

“Take my cock like a good little slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

My eyes drifted into his food, the sweet and spicy aroma of korean noodles lingered into my nose, as if it is calling me “eat me, I am yummy,” I faked a smile to the guy and looked back at my phone. “No thank you, I am not hungry.” Liar. “Oh, but I guess your face does not state the same thing?” He blurted, still sipping into his noodles, which made my mouth dry. And as luck goes, my stomach growled, responding to the man's statement. I heard him chuckle from hearing it. “You're still denying that you're not hungry yet you're obviously not. Here,” I turned my gaze to him, looking onto how he opened his luggage and got a cup of noodles. “You can eat this,” he said.

If they tried to bury me in noise, I’d make the noise administrative and precise, a grinding that ruined reputations and bank accounts. It was ugly. Justice often is. But justice would be on my terms. Back inside, the children slept on. Muna had left a kettle on the hob—stewed tea cooling beside the photographs—and she’d arranged a note by the phone with the numbers I needed if an emergency cropped up. Liam’s office had called to confirm the men would start rotation at first light. Marco would be in the safe room tonight with his hard drives and an impatience like a predatory animal. The pieces were moving into place.

The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and he was fully clothed, but the woman in front of him wasn’t. She was in a red two-piece lingerie set, kneeling in front of him as he watched her. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. I could only see her back as she threw her bra to the side. I expected the man to go feral, but he didn’t. He looked bored, but I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure because he had a black mask over his entire face. All I could see was his hair. When he looked up, I nearly gasped. He had the lightest gray eyes that made me feel like he was watching me. I didn’t know if it was a one-way glass wall, but it felt like he was staring right into my soul.

The kitchen felt too bright, too exposed, my naked lower half still slick and trembling from Mason’s cock. Madison’s eyes were wild, but not with the rage I expected. There was heat there. Dark, possessive heat. “I told you,” she said, voice low and steady, “if you want this… we are family. No secrets. No hiding.” She turned to Mason, who stood frozen, cock still hard and glistening. In one fluid motion, she stripped his suit jacket off, then ripped his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her hands moved to his belt, freeing him completely. Then she shed her own clothes, standing naked and confident, her body a mature mirror of the hunger I felt.