Page 10 of Masked Instincts

I look down at the blood dripping down her leg. I was right. She looks so fucking pretty with the crimson along her skin. The color is a bright contrast to her icy skin, even in the moonlight.

Everything about her is bright. Her aura, her eyes, her skin. She’s like sunshine in the middle of the night.

No.

She’s the full moon in the night sky.

Taking the blade in my hand, I tease her with the handle. Blood begins to drip from my fingers and palm, causing my dick to pulse in my jeans. I lift the handle to her center, running it up and down her slits and over her clit. Her juices instantly coat the object. It takes all of my self-control not to pounce on her. When Luna gets used to the feeling and is bucking beneath the handle, I force it inside of her.

“Oh, Jax,” she moans my name. Her back arches and she drops her head between her shoulders. Luna’s pussy tightens around the handle and I lean forward, moving my hand around her front to pinch her hardened nipple. She’s grinding against the object, searching for a faster release. I know she’s close already. I can see it in the way she moves. Hear it in the way she moans and whimpers. Feel it in the way she's shaking beneath me. Leaning back onto my heels, I let go of the knife and watch it sit inside of her. I smack both of her ass cheeks with force, knowing that I’m leaving red marks behind. She yelps and it’s music to my ears.

“Please,” she pleads. I ignore her as I pull the knife from her, leaving her empty and wanting. Luna grinds against the air in search. Me, the knife, friction. Her greedy little cunt is begging for more and will take whatever it can get.

I put my hand closer to her and she pushes backward to ride my fingers up and down. She gasps helplessly, working herself to the brink of an orgasm. Pulling my finger away, she sighs. I want to taste her more than I've ever wanted anything in this life. If I knew that freedom would be this sweet, I would have escaped years ago. Perhaps this was always how it was meant to be.

“I want to taste you, Luna,” I tell her, my tone dripping with lust.

“Then taste me,” she demands.

I came prepared for this. Sliding a bandana out of my pocket, I stalk around her. I tower over her, tilting my head at her as I look down. She gazes up at me from her hands and knees. It’s a picture I could look at for a lifetime. Dropping to my knees, leaves crunching around us, I tie the piece of cloth around her eyes. She can’t see me when I take my mask off. I won’t let her. I don’t want her to see me—not yet.

Luna is squirming relentlessly as I try to secure it, but her fight isn’t a match for mine. I push her down to the ground, ending her fight as I finish tying off the bandana. Moving around to her backside once more, I settle comfortably on my knees. With one hand, I grab one of Luna’s and she slumps into the ground. I grab her other hand with my free one and now her face is shoved into the dirt. I situate her hands to hold them in one of mine in a violent grip while removing my mask with the other. She whimpers softly from the brute force. Leaning into her, she drips down my chin instantly and down her thighs, making a big mess over the both of us.

“You’re soaking wet for a stranger, baby. Is this what you’ve always wanted? To be taken by someone you can’t see?” I don’t give her time to respond before my tongue is flicking at her clit. Luna’s body jerks at the sudden sensation. Once more, twice, three times. “Fuck. You taste like heaven, as if the stars and the moon gifted me you,” I rasp.

“Don’t stop,” she says. Her words are muffled by her face being on the cold ground, but I don’t feel sorry. She looks so pretty in this position. I continue to swirl my tongue around her clit, up and down her slits. Easing up every time that she’s close. I rob her of her release. I’m going to drag this out until she begs me to come around my cock. I plunge my tongue into her entrance and her walls squeeze around it. Groaning into her, she moves her hips, riding my face, but I pull away. She whines in frustration.

“Please, please,” she cries. “I can’t take it any longer.”

“You can and you will,” I bark.

The music from the party is still ringing in the distance. A near-full moon shines down above us. Luna’s phone has buzzed more times than I can count, probably her fuck-ass best friend. “You must have not taken me seriously. I told you I was going to have my way with you and I was not joking.”

Luna tries to scramble to her feet, pulling her hands away from mine, but I keep her down by her hair. She turns, rolling onto her back, breathing heavily.

I’m a man who has been locked up for years and I’m going to take as much time here tonight with her. She cries out, trying to pull away again, but it only pulls her hair harder. Luna rips the bandana from her eyes, but I turn away before my face is caught. Quickly, I slide the mask back on as I let out a heavy breath mixed with a growl. My impatience growing to new heights. I move to hover over her. She reaches her hand up to my mask. I grab her hands, pinning them to the ground above her head. She grinds up into me, pressing her hips into my hard cock.

“Why?” She yells out. “I’m never going to see you again, so why?”

“Why are you being a brat all of a sudden?” The question snaps her mouth shut into a thin line. A crease forms above her eyebrows, showing the anger, confusion, and disappointment clear as day.

I let go of her and rise to my feet. “Up. On your knees. Now.”

She shuffles to them and looks up at me as she waits for my next command. Her eyes twinkle like the stars above, but they look hollow and colorless beneath the moonlight. Her black hair sharply contrasts with her skin.

I work the buckle of my belt before pulling it off and sliding my jeans and boxers down just enough for my cock to spring free. Luna’s blue eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. A piercing at the tip, thick girth, and a length that doesn’t disappoint. Running a finger along her bottom lip, her mouth opens. She darts her tongue out to lick my thumb. My free hand goes to the back of her head.

Pulling my thumb away from her mouth, I grab onto the base of my dick and push the tip against Luna’s lips. She slowly opens her mouth and I slide into the hilt with no warning. She gags, but quickly recovers, breathing through her nose. A long groan rumbles from my chest. A tingling sensation runs through my spine, filling me with an overwhelming pleasure. Luna rests her hands on my thighs for balance and takes the beating to her throat. The piercing hits the back each time I thrust. Tears fall from her eyes, colliding with the saliva pouring from her mouth.

The way her black painted lips are around my cock, nearly too big for her mouth, the mascara smudging down her face is a fucking masterpiece. A work of art. A sight I could finish from alone.

Leaning my head back, I look up at the stars. I think of my father and every single time he hit me, kicked me and pushed me down. I think of it to refrain from finishing too quickly. Luna doesn’t know it and I won’t ever admit it, but this woman could bring me to my knees in a matter of seconds. I’d bow to her. Kiss her feet like a queen. Whatever she wanted, I’d do it.

My hips stop moving and Luna begins to bob her head. I watch as she works my length, slow and sexy. Her hand slides down between her legs. I grab her arm so she doesn’t touch herself. An action I would love to see, but another time. I don’t want her stealing orgasms when I haven’t permitted her to have one.

“You’ll come when I allow you to,” I grind out between clenched teeth.

Letting go of her hands, I push her off my cock and she falls to her back once more. Her legs fall open and I lean down over her, taking in the sight of her body. I trace a finger over her cheek, down her neck and chest until my fingers find her nipple. I pinch them hard between my thumb and forefinger. She cries out from the pain.