Twilight Mask – Enemies to Marriage Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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“Yes,” she says, her tone husky and filled with passion. “God, don’t stop, please.”

“You want me to keep going?” I slide my fingers inside her. She moans and spreads her legs for me. I go in and out, stroking her, pull back to tease her clit, then drive them deeper. “I’ve been watching you, little demon. Ever since I found out who you are. And I think you’ve been thinking about me too. I think you’ve been dreaming about getting fucked by a strange man in a mask. Should I fuck you right here on the edge of the roof? Should I fill you up and make you moan?”

“Oh my god,” she says, her back arching. She grinds her hips against my leg, her ass stroking along my cock. I’m so fucking hard I could scream, and she knows it. “You’re teasing me.”

“No, baby. I’m not teasing. I’m getting you close.” I move my fingers faster and tighten my grip on her hair. Her hands press against my thighs, grabbing on tight. “I love this messy pussy. I knew you’d be beautiful, but seeing you like this, standing on the edge of the roof, inches away from dying while my fingers fuck you nice and deep, you’re even more perfect than I could’ve imagined. I want you to come for me, baby. That’s the end of our game tonight. You’ll come, then you’ll lick yourself off my fingers, and you’ll thank me.”

“I’m close,” she gasps as I go faster. “I’m so fucking close, Jackal.”

“That’s right, little demon.” I stroke deep with my fingers, palm pressing against her clit. She’s right there, moments away from orgasm, and now it’s time. “Take off the blindfold.”

She reaches up and claws it off her face with one last shuddering gasp. As the city comes into view, she comes on my hand, her body racked with so much pleasure she loses her balance and pitches forward.

My grip on her tightens. For half a second, we’re staggering forward, but I jerk my body back and we stumble together onto the roof instead of falling tangled together to our deaths down on the concrete below. I drop to my ass, and she falls on top of me, and she twists around with a flushed face, her eyes filled with bliss, like she’s totally unaware of how close we just came to dying.

“That was—” she says.

But I interrupt her by putting my soaked fingers in her mouth.

She gives a surprised noise and stares at me, but slowly, she sucks them. Her tongue swirls around, licking herself off me. Then she gets into it and licks every inch of my hand, making sure there’s not a drop of herself left. When she’s done, she’s on her knees in front of me, looking more gorgeous than I ever dreamed.

I shift position and lean torward her. I cup her cheek and tilt my face, and a part of me wishes I could take off the mask. I want to kiss her, claim her here and now as my own. But when she figures out who I am, I don’t think we’ll ever do this again.

“Good girl,” I say very softly. “I think you won the game.” I push off the ground and move away from her.

She slowly gets to her feet. “What now?” she asks. There’s an eagerness on her face, and I can tell she’s struggling to control it.

“Now you go home and think about what we did tonight.”

“Wait,” she says, reaching a hand out as I start to walk away. I pause a few feet from the stairwell. “At least tell me your first name.”

I shake my head. “Can’t do that, little demon. I like when you call me Jackal though.”

“You said you were watching me. Was that true?” There’s a note of uncertainty.

And it makes me smile. “I’m going to watch you every second of every day from now until our real game’s over, Laura Bianco. I don’t care who your family is. I don’t care how much money you have or where you live. Nothing can keep me from you. Not anymore.”

I pull open the door and hurry down the stairs, leaving her there. I pull off my mask, breathing hard as I hurry away, and even though I know I’m in huge trouble, I’m already planning my next move.

Chapter 7

Laura

Ihammer and chisel. I form, shape, break, smash, and cover myself in dust. The industrial air filtration system sucks out as much of the debris as possible, but I still have to wear a ventilator mask.

This isn’t freaking working.

I throw my tool on the floor in frustration. It’s been like this all morning. Ever since I got home from Cage last night, my body still glowing from the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything I’m doing.


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