Page 4 of Flames

His digits are thick, meaty, and unskilled as he slides inside me. I pretend to throw my head back in ecstasy to hide the roll of my eyes as his pants tent and his breathing comes out in harsh, panting grunts.

“You like that?” he asks as he pistons two thick fingers inside me.

Nope.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whine as I move my hips to meet his thrusts, pretending he’s rocking my world. “You make me feel so naughty.”

“Such a dirty slut,” he grunts as his hard-on presses against me through his slacks.

“Your dirty slut,” I sigh as my eyes roll forward, honing in on a flicker of something across the alleyway.

There, in the doorway of the warehouse behind us, are two glowing eyes. They almost look like they’re on fire. And they’re watching me.

The thought of someone watching me, being an anonymous witness to my sinful behavior, actually begins to turn me on. The more I stare at the glowing eyes, the more my body begins to actually respond.

“You gonna come for me like an obedient slut?” Alexander goads as his thumb lands on my clit and presses against the nub in a way that actually has me seeing stars.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I moan as I begin to feel my body writhe with pleasure. I can’t remember the last time someone other than my battery operated boyfriend, Bob, made me come, but I can feel the climax building now.

“I’m gonna come,” I announce in surprise as my gaze remains locked on the fire-filled stare.

And then the dam breaks. Pleasure shoots through me like fire.

“Fuck!” I scream into the night air as my entire body spasms around Alexander’s meaty palm.

“That’s it, show me just how good Daddy makes you feel,” the man praises.

My pleasure spent, I begin to come back down to Earth, and realization wraps around me. That wasn’t pretend, it wasn’t a game. I really just came on my mark’s fingers.

Fuck on a fuck stick.

I glance back across the alley, and as I suspect—there’s nothing there. It was all in my mind. I really do need that vacation.

“Well, that was fun,” I state as I shove Alexander off of me and right my clothing. “Perhaps I can repay the favor tomorrow?” I ask him, begging him to say yes.

“No,” he barks out, his dark eyes swirling with lust as he licks my release off his fingers. “You’ll accompany me to my masquerade later this week. As my date.”

Fuck me.

TWO

MARISA

“Champagne?” the waiter in the penguin suit asks me as he holds a shimmering platter filled with bubbling flutes.

I greedily accept a glass and swiftly sip the liquor, hoping that it will calm some of the jittering nerves running through me. This party is much nicer than I would have expected from the likes of the man who finger fucked me in an alleyway with steak still staining his fingers just a few nights ago. But, if there’s one thing Alexander Yovik is known for, its appreciation of lavishness and opulence.

“There is my arm candy,” the man of the hour states as he siddles up next to me, grabbing a handful of ass as he does. The urge to smack the man across the face strikes me, but I remind myself of the multi million dollar payday and the beach waiting for me once I make it through this job, and I hold my tongue.

Alexander picked my outfit, because of course he did. Yesterday, a large black box arrived at my door. Inside was the most lavish costume he could possibly have picked—the skin tight dress is made of the richest sapphire blue and clings tightly to my curves. Layered on top are sheer, shimmering layers of gold and red tulle with a woven design of shimmering feathers. The bust is cut low, showing off my ample breasts. A large golden headpiece rests atop my deep red hair with glittering spires pointing out around my head in a halo, reminding me of rays of the sun. My mask is a similar glimmering golden masquerade style piece which wraps around the upper half of my face only, obscuring very little of my true identity. It’s no matter—no one here knows me. I don’t make a habit of getting friendly with many in the Brotherhood. The mafia is full of criminals more deadly than I, and I have absolutely no interest in making enemies with the Russians.

In and out. Get the tapestry, drop it at the van I paid to have parked in the alley below, and then get out of here before anyone even notices me. That’s the plan anyway, but camouflaging into the shadows of the background when I’m dressed like a golden bird is easier said than done.

Fucking men and their need to show off.

“Moya Alkonost,” Alexander purrs in my ear as his eyes rove hungrily over my chest.

I smile seductively and bat my unreasonably long lashes at the man currently devouring me with his gaze. He is clearly dressed as a bear. A long brown fur coat, which I’m not certain is not actually bearskin, is draped over his broad shoulders and his mask is some long snouted black style that actually makes him slightly more tolerable to look at than normal. I only need to put up with the man for an hour or two more and then I can slink away into the sunshine. The thought brings a true smile to my face.