“Fuck, you feel good.” He ground his erection against me, and I whimpered.
In fear, obviously, not because the hard length nestled between my ass cheeks felt sinfully good. A deep groan rumbled through his chest, sending a cascade of vibrations rippling through my core.
My pussy clenched down on nothing, aching and desperate, and I fought the urge to squeeze my thighs together and create some friction. I had to fucking resist.
This was wrong, so incredibly wrong.
Right?
“I was gonna wait but shit, you’re just too fucking perfect.”
Wait?Wait for what exactly?
His weight disappeared from my back for a moment before he effortlessly flipped me around, his gloved hand moving fluidly from the back of my neck to my throat.
I couldn’t deny the rush of heat spreading through my body like a wildfire at this imposing, masked figure towering over me, betraying no emotion, controlling me effortlessly with just one hand.
My chest rose and fell rapidly and I stared up at him, wide-eyed. Instead of fear, I was seized by pure, utter exhilaration. I’d never had fantasies involving a masked man before, but I knew I’d be thinking of little else from this moment onward.
Logically, I knew this had to be Sasha, even though I’d never heard his voice before. And yet, the anonymity provided by the mask triggered an unexpected and intense flood of arousal deep in my core.
“And I think it’s important to teach ourfriendhere an important lesson.”
My gaze darted back to the figure of Eric on the ground, writhing and moaning. I’d forgotten he was even there.
“What lesson?” I asked breathlessly.
“To not try to touch what doesn’t fucking belong to him. We don’t have a lot of time, so you gotta be a good girl for me. Think you can do that?”
I could do nothing but stare up at him, lips parted but no sound coming out.
He tsked and tightened his hold around my throat, which caused a dizzying rush. “Can you do that, baby?”
I swallowed hard and finally jerked my head in a nod.
“Good.” His thumb rubbed tenderly at the side of my neck, the smooth, cool leather of his glove feeling exquisite against my skin. “Knew you’d behave for me.”
The creepy mask continued to grin down at me. I should have been horrified, scared, probably screamed for help. Instead I was under his fucking spell, mesmerized not only by the forbidden nature of this situation but also by him.
I was prey, caught and pinned down by a dangerous predator … and I was exactly where I wanted to be. I’d never felt this way before, not even remotely, and deep down, I knew I never would again.
Sasha wasn’t just impressive; he was every fantasy I’d ever had, brought to life. And I hadn’t even actually seen his damn face yet. Just his presence and that body were enough.
Lord fucking help me.
He pulled me up with one hand, briefly cutting off my breath, which turned me on even more. We’d barely moved but I was panting as I stared up at him.
“Take my cock out, Little Devil.” My breath hitched and he cocked his head to the side. “Now.”
It was as if my body instinctively obeyed his command; as if his voice were the strings of a puppet master. My hands lifted and reached for the zipper of his black jumpsuit at his sternum, slowly pulling it down.
It was so similar to the one he’d worn in prison, only this one was black, and the material was much higher quality, making it seem far more expensive than anythingthey would have issued him with. The zipper came down just far enough to reveal the bulge in his boxers.
I swallowed hard, drawing a deep chuckle out from behind his mask. My fingers shook ever so slightly as I hooked them into the waistband of his underwear. All doubts and scruples had left my brain completely.
Sasha was the only thing I could smell, see, and feel — the only thought in my mind. I sucked in a breath as his erection popped free right in front of my face, thick and veined, looking almost painfully hard.
“That’s it, take a good look at your cock. It’s the only one you’re gonna see from now on.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion for just a second before my mind latched onto a different part of his statement.Your cock, he’d said. A fluttering sensation rippled through my stomach and my pussy throbbed. “I’ve been dying to make good on my promise, baby. Haven’t touched myself since we had our little chat about me fucking your face.”