Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

Caging me in with his hands, he lets his eyes roam over my still masked face. “This feels hotter than it should.” I laugh and he smiles. “You are such a pervert. Don’t forget that a deal is a deal, Mr.!” With his fingers on my chin, he steers me into the perfect position for him to kiss me. As I grant him entry by opening my lips moving against his, he takes control of my entire being by tasting me fully. I moan into his mouth as I breathe him in and get more intoxicated by his scent by the second. For a second, I’m tempted to just rip our masks off, as I don’t feel like I would ever survive without him fueling my lungs with it.

As I look into his eyes, I silently vow to make each moment count, to make sure he sees me—not just as a distraction, but as the person who will stand by his side no matter what. His hand wraps firmly around my neck, pulling me closer as his lips press against mine. The kiss is intoxicating, full of fire and desperation, and for a moment, I almost give in. But now isn’t the time. I pull back slightly, smirking to mask the ache of stopping. “Sort your clothes,” I say quietly, gesturing to his disheveled appearance. “The car stopped a while ago.”

I heard myself say—the very first time I was complimenting any woman. “You too,” she said before she suddenly switched our positions so she was now in charge. Her green eyes roamed over my face and I could see the hesitation in them—she was holding back from rushing everything more than I was. “You look better without a mask.“ That was all I needed to hear. I suddenly pressed her over to me and claimed her lips over again, my hands going downwards to her bottom. I pressed her then and switched our position again, my lips kissing and licking the spot underneath her neck.

I spoke firmly. If my desire for revenge was previously only guided by MK, now it was truly my own, and I wanted Claude and Vicky to pay the price. When MK heard me speak of "revenge," a profound flash flickered in the eyes behind his silver mask. He did not speak but lifted my chin with his slender, white hand, lowered his head, and kissed me gently while prying open my teeth, assertive yet passionate.

As soon as he's out the door, her hell begins. "Do I look nice, hon?" Klarisse gave a little twirl as Kendra looks at her. She had her hair done for today, made sure to wear the right amount of perfume and make up to accentuate her already beautiful face. She wears that LV dress she bought the other day, feeling the need to a dress up for her husband's homecoming. He has been away for two months now for a business trip in Hongkong. And she terribly missed him, she will make sure that he won't let her go after tonight's dinner.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

Diana's POV I kiss him through the mask. My lips press against the black fabric, and I can feel the warmth of his mouth underneath, and the shape of his lips through the thin material. I lick the mask, wetting it, tasting fabric and the faint salt of his sweat, and a groan comes from behind it that vibrates against my tongue. The wet fabric clings to his mouth and I can see the outline of his lips now. The visual of kissing a masked killer is doing something dangerous to me.

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un

My lips tingled just at the memory of the kiss. God, I wished that moment could have lasted longer! Even just a second more would have been heaven! Would Masquerade have wanted that, too? We both seemed upset that the kiss was so short. Maybe...was he saving the longer moment for another time?! Oh, please, yes, my heart moaned. Masquerade glanced at me suddenly; I quickly looked down at my plate before eye-contact was established. My neck flamed with heat and my heart skipped a beat. Actually, a few beats.

his mouth quirks, a self-aware smile “—pull a Lucian and ambush you last minute. I’d like to ask you properly. Before anyone else tries to sweep you away.” For a moment I forget how to breathe. The masquerade: a swirl of candlelight and music under the ash-silver moon, the one night when masks let everyone play at being something other than what we are. I had imagined going with Loralie, safe in the anonymity of friendship. I never imagined Kai asking. “Yes,” I say, surprised at the steadiness of my voice. “I’d love to.” His shoulders ease, tension melting like frost. “Good. Because I’ve already made plans.”