Masked Men Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

Damien pushed me backward, not stopping until my back hit the nearest wall. I gasped, tried to slap his hands off, but he didn’t budge. He leaned forward, his hot breath brushing against my skin when he parted his lips. “Are you ready to speak?” I shook my head. Footsteps echoed from outside and my fear surged through my chest. They were coming. It had to be Fabrizio’s men. Damien’s fingers moved to my face as they tugged at my mask, trying to take it off. I shook my head relentlessly, refusing to let him touch it.

“Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with tonight? Any drinks that I can bring up for you?” One of the older men eyed me up and down with a predatory regard, and a smirk formed on the corner of his lips. “Oh, there’s something you can definitely help me with, sweet cheeks,” he grinned. I could feel my stomach churn with disgust, bile swimming in my throat, with just the way that he was looking at me, and the words that spewed out of his mouth. The Greek God glared at him with a look of bloody murder in his eyes. There was so much darkness in this man…

Every time I moved, the fabric brushed against them, sending sparks straight to my clit. I couldn’t stop watching Damien who stood near the railing on the upper deck, whiskey glass in hand, looking like a dark god surveying his kingdom. The black shirt was completely unbuttoned now, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. His icy-blue eyes kept finding me across the crowd. Every single time our gazes locked, my pussy clenched and more juice leaked down my thighs. I was losing my mind.

As I heard the footsteps just an inch away from us, I grabbed the fork from my plate mindful of not making any noise and swung it at the intruder. My wrist was in the air and fork was about to hit him, but he grabbed my hand and stopped my hand in mid-air. The fork was just inches away from this huge guy's neck. My breathing hitched in my throat as I noticed this guy glaring at me. His grip on my wrist was tight and was hurting me. "Let go of me," I yelled while trying to pull my hand off his hold, he ignored me and glanced at the guy standing beside him. I noticed they were four of these men, dressed in black suits and faces covered with masks. Only their eyes were visible to us.

"I am not your babysitter! You are a grown woman! Nobody forced you to follow a forty-three-year-old mafia Don into a room and jump his bones!" "He dragged me in!" I fired back immediately. "And then you stayed!" Donald countered sharply. "I saw how tangled up you two were when I walked in! Don't blame me for your high libido!" "You're a horrible best friend!" I cried. "And you're an idiot with bad taste in men!" Donald threw it back at me. We glared at each other for five tense seconds, both of us panting for air, before the weight of everything crashed back down on me.

His jaw clenched as his eyes followed the men moving closer to Rhea, watching the way they looked at her—hungry, shameless, and lustful. Something dark flickered in his gaze. “Damn it,” Rowan muttered under his breath as he abruptly set the glass down on the table. “I guess he couldn’t stand it anymore,” one of his friends said with an amused chuckle. Rowan glared at him before heading straight to where Rhea stood, men surrounding her as she danced. The moment they sensed his presence, the men quickly dispersed in different directions, leaving just Rhea, Rowan, and Lyra, who was obviously tipsy.

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The hall was dimly lit, but I could see shadows moving in the main room, hear the murmur of voices, the clink of glasses. I crawled through the doorway. The main room was filled with couches and armchairs, occupied by masked figures. Some were drinking. Others were watching a stage where a naked woman was bent over a spanking bench, her wrists and ankles tied. A man in a wolf mask was delivering slow, deliberate strikes with a leather paddle. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and whiskey. All eyes turned to me as I crawled in. A few whispers. A low laugh. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, my cheeks burning.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics