Masked Men Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

He finishes his conversation and meekly walks over to the corner I'm stood in. "Master please," he whispers and I turn it down to a very small buzz. "What's wrong slave?" I ask calmly and he makes a small whine as he blushes. I notice a man walking towards us so I straighten my posture and put my social mask on. "Hey Mason, is this your boyfriend?" The man asks and Mason nods as he glances up at me. "This is Damon," Mason introduces me and the man holds his hand out for me to shake. I fake a smile and shake his hand, fighting the urge to rip my hand away and clean it several times.

Mary, who had started adjusting a bit of lace at the waist of my gown, grinned and chimed in, “Well, I don’t see why you should be nervous. It’s not your wedding, and you don’t even have to talk.” Estra nodded, ” Yes, no talking. Just smile and be yourself. Then you’ll give them your blessing by raising your right hand, or objection with your left.. and that’s it!” “Okay.. I can do this.” “So.. I was wondering.. we’ve all heard the rumors.. is Dark King like.. a god in bed?” Mary raised an eyebrow with a devious smirk. I choked out a cough. Estra snorted, clearly trying to hold in a laugh. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell. But we all heard-“

I spank his shoulder again and again and again. He doesn't flinch; if anything, it turns him on. I can tell. He moves closer. I shrink. “Raphael, please." He stops. "I don't want to cheat on Axel. Please let's not do this." He smiles. “‘Let's not do this'? Does that mean you're interested in doing it? You know sometimes women want the opposite of what they say." This man. “No. I...I…” I grit my teeth, my eyes sweeping over his face. Every feature, every inch... God, he's handsome. Axel is handsome too, but Raphael is just different.

The anchor that keeps three broken men from drifting too far out to sea. So hearing Gray dismiss Ashley like she's nothing to him? That pisses me off. The guy was ready to ride into the sunset with Christine—an ice-cold, calculating bitch who damn near destroyed him—and now, because she burned him, he thinks it's okay to treat Ashley like shit.

I roll my eyes for effect, a gesture of pure dismissal. It’s the wrong thing to do. He closes the distance between us in one swift stride. His hand comes up, not to hit me, but to grip my shoulder, his fingers digging in through the fabric of my dress. “Watch your tongue, Maddie.” His voice is a low, dangerous growl. “You have no idea. No idea how hard these past months have been.” “Planning a wedding must be so hard, hm?” I fire back, swatting his hand away. My own anger is a live wire now, sparking and dangerous.

“Mind telling me more?” He smiled, a slow, wicked smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "Very well, Emma," he said, his voice filled with something dark. "But remember, once you start down this path, there's no turning back. I'm a mysterious man, who reads and also practicalise. Are you ready for that?” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come. "I'm ready," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "I want to know it all."

He watched me approach, a dark, appreciative smirk playing on his lips. “Rough night?” he asked, voice deep and smooth like whiskey. “You have no idea,” I replied, sliding onto the stool next to him. I crossed my legs, letting the dress ride higher up my thighs. “My boyfriend just proved he’s a cheating asshole. So I’m here to forget him… preferably with someone who knows how to fuck properly.” Alex’s eyebrows rose, clearly surprised by my boldness, but his eyes darkened with interest. “Straight to the point. I like that.”

“Just act normal, okay?” I place my hand on the poor man’s chest. “I…” The door opens without warning and hovering by the door is Damien. Tall and brooding, he’s in a pair of pajama slacks and a shirt. His eyes, the silent command of sin. Scent as intoxicating as I remember. Spicy. Hot. And hard like his cock wrecking my pussy whenever he sticks it in. Without thinking, I grip Nate and seal my lips with his. My eyes shut, I try not to see the awkward expression on Nate’s face, try not to gag.

Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too. Then, I start. I don't know how long I'd started but when I lift my head, my gaze lands on the glass penthouse without curtains opposite mine. And again, Damien fucking Vincenzo is naked. But bless the gods, he was wearing pants — his chest which is not riddled with even a spec of ink was bare — leaning casually against his kitchen's sink, a cup of coffee in hand. I glance at the clock. But who the fuck drinks coffee at four fucking PM in the e—

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