The Mask – Dangerous Sinners Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Kink, Mafia, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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He moves the blade gently along my pussy, careful not to hurt me, just a soft caress. “So let me get this straight. The deal breaker isn’t that I kill people for a living but that I won’t show you my damn face?’

A moan escapes my lips, “Yes. What if you’re ugly? A girl has to know what she’s investing in.”

“You don’t care about looks, Bree. If you did, you would’ve fucked Ted in the woods.” Mikhail turns his face up to the ceiling as if contemplating something. “I still would have killed him because he touched you, and I don’t like people touching what’s mine. But don’t worry, Bree. I’m not ugly. My face isn’t riddled with scars. My wounds are on the inside. It’s not my face that’s repugnant. It's my heart. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and beg Daddy to fuck your pretty cunt until you forget all this nonsense and scream my name.”

I want to fight him, tell him this is not happening, but God help me, I can’t. “Please.”

“Going to have to do better than that, Mouse. Beg like the good slut I know you are.”

“Please fuck me. I don’t care what you use or how you do it. Just fuck me. I’ll be a good little slut for you, Daddy. I’ll gag on your thick cock. I’ll let you mark me. I’ll even fuck your gun. Just please fuck me the way only you know how.”

I moan as he fills me with his cock and moves his blade to my throat. “I like you like this, Bree. My good little whore. Look how well we fit together. You know you’re mine. You were mine with that first look. As much as you want to run from me, you won’t because no one will ever give you what you need. You crave my cock like a pathetic whore, don’t you, Bree?”

“Yes,” I pant.

The sting of the blade pricks my collarbone. “I like hurting you, Mouse. Don’t know what’s wrong with me, but when you bleed for me, my cock gets hard. I like the fear in your eyes right before you come for me. You’re the perfect slut, Bree. My perfect little whore. You want me, Bree. There’s no one you’ll ever want more than me. And if you ever did, I’d slit their throats with the knife I just used on your flesh.”

My nails dig into his neck, pressing down, wanting him to feel the need for pleasure mixed with pain that we share. He fucks me against the wall while he moves his hand holding the blade to my clit. My body and mind are in unison—this is the man I want, the man I need. My heart constricts at the pain he must endure to hide himself from me, to be ashamed of who he is. I want to know him, all of him, not just the fractured moments of unadulterated pleasure he provides me.

He rubs the handle of the knife against my clit. My body is transcending, my mind reaching new peaks, and the pleasure surging through me is undeniable and forceful.

“Come for me, Bree. Come for me like the good little slut you are.”

I clamp down on his neck and bite to muffle my scream as I come on his dick.

“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy. Show me how much you love my cock in your cunt. How you crave it. I’m going to fill my pussy now, baby.”

Mikhail's words are feral as he releases into me. He pulls out and falls to his knees. His hot mouth latches on to my cunt, sending new sensations up my spine.

“Let it drip into my mouth, Bree. I want all that cum. Push it out for me, baby.”

I watch in fascination as cum leaks from my pussy directly into his open and waiting mouth. “Oh, God. I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Once Mikhail has his fill, he rises and stares at me. He fists my hair, yanking it back to tilt my head, and my mouth opens for him as he pinches my nostrils. Standing here with my mouth open wide, I watch with pure unbridled passion as the cum from his mouth falls into mine before he kisses me hard. The kiss is consuming, passionate, and filthy. It represents the depravity of who we are, who we will always be.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Bree?’

I nod, knowing that no matter what I say or do, every part of me belongs to this man.

“I never want to hear you talk about not being mine again, Bree, because I’ll never let you go.” He pushes away from me and tucks his cock back into his pants.

The door lock clicks, letting me know our time is up. Mikhail holds onto the door before turning to me and shocks me by removing his mask.


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