Page 62 of Your Masked Haunting

Stilling completely, his cock still buried inside of me, he slams the knife back into the wall. “You will because I told you to. If you come, I’ll never take this mask off.”

I gasp, and he shifts his hips, pleasure shooting through my body.

“Okay, okay. I’ll try.”

“See? I knew you could be a good girl,” he whispers, his hand taking the place of the blade around my throat.

With his hand and his arm around me, I’m weightless, my muscles jelly from his delicious assault.

I’m so stupid to say that I’ll try because I’m not going to last another minute at this rate. He feels too fucking good. It’s not even just his dick. It’s his personality, the way he cares for me.

I have no doubt in my mind if I were to use my word right now, he would freeze on the spot and do everything he could to make sure that I was okay.

I’m falling so goddamn hard for this man, and I don’t even know what he looks like. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I’m his regardless.

The sounds of his moans and breathy inhales while he rails into me are intoxicating. Oh God, I can’t hold this much longer.

“Please, please, please,” I beg, my face twisting in glorious agony. “Please let me come.”

“Not yet,” he challenges, and I smack his chest, frustration boiling inside of me. He moans at the contact so I do it again. “Fuck.”

I’m going to explode into a million pieces. I can’t do this any longer. “Please.”

“Lift the mask.” His voice is demanding, full of the same anguish that’s eating me alive.

“Wh-what?” The word leaves me without thought, my fingers reacting before I can even process what he just said.

“Take off my mask, Mona.” He freezes mid-thrust, and I whine, my imminent orgasm waning in his stillness.

Holy shit. This is it. He’s finally going to let me see him.

The realization is nearly enough to finish the job in my core. But I hold off, wanting to wait until his unsheathed eyes are locked with mine.

My fingers trail up, finding the bottom of his leather mask, and I lift it off his chin, over his full lips. I ease it higher, exposing his nose and those gorgeous … familiar eyes… until the only remaining secret between us free-falls through the air and crashes to the floor, landing right side up, the purple light illuminating his face.

No way. It can’t be …

I whisper, unsure if what I’m seeing is real, “C-Casper?”

His restraint snaps at the sound of his name, an animalistic groan echoing through the room as he drops his hand from my throat to my hip. After sliding me up his length, he slams me back down, and my vision disappears, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, his word breathy and raspy. “It’s been torture, not hearing my name on your lips.”

“Oh God,” I whimper as my orgasm rears its head again. “I’m going to …” I force my gaze to his hooded stare, the vision of the man behind the mask making every nerve in my body explode in a way I’ve never felt before. “Fuuuck.”

Warm breath hits my lips as he works me through my orgasm, stars appearing in my eyes like beautiful sparkles, ones he created.

I’m holding back my moans, not wanting the entire house to hear. But he whimpers once, twice, and I know he’s going to come right along with me.

His hand cups my jaw, his thumb slipping into my mouth as our bodies collide together and create a symphony of beautiful sounds.

I’m a writhing mess, and his grunts of pleasure only deepen the waves in my core.

“Go ahead and scream, baby. Let them think this place is really haunted.”

My moan tears through the air at his permission, over and over as he drives into me, coming hard and deep inside me.

“Oh my fucking God, Casper.”