My Masked Stalker (Hollowbrook Haunted House #1)

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Luna

By the time he reached ten, I could only hope that I was hidden well enough. I duck into one of the hidden rooms, hoping the bookcase-like door fools him. My breaths came hard and fast, and I clamp my hand on my mouth to try to muffle the sounds.

How did he know my full name? No one ever asked for a name when they let clients in here, we just paid for our ticket and went on with the fun. Who the hell was he?

Heat spread all over me as a dull throb began between my legs. The thrill of the chase was another fantasy of mine, but the fact he knew my name added a real element of terror. It’s one thing to have this play out as a roleplay, but this is getting real.

But…is it too real?

I suppress a gasp as the man bangs against the doors, letting me know he’s getting closer. I place my second hand against my mouth, peering through the crack of the door. Does he know where I am? I turn, looking for a way out so I can keep running, but it's a dead end. I’m trapped.

I hold my breath as I turn around, and my hands drop as I scream. There he was, right in front of me, glaring down at me with those grey eyes. I dart past him, pushing open the door as I dash through the hall.

I hear his footsteps echo behind me until I feel a sharp pain in my scalp. I howl, clutching at my hair as he yanks me back, pinning me between him and the nearest wall.

His breath is hot against my neck, and my pussy throbs with need. I whimper as he balls the hair at the base of my neck and tugs it deliciously. How does he know exactly what I crave?

His other hand drags along my collarbone and wraps around my neck, squeezing as I whimper under his touch. I feel light-headed, and my entire body relaxes against him. He knows just how to handle me.

“You’re mine now, baby girl,” he rasps, releasing my hair as his fingers drag down my body, zipping down my costume until it falls, pooling around my feet. “I need to see what’s mine.”

His hand drags up my body, finding my breasts and tugging at the nipples, pinching and slapping them as I whine with need. My panties grow damp as my nipples harden into tight buds, the stimulation bordering on pain.

His nails drag against my stomach and lower, and I gasp as he runs his fingers under my panties and through my arousal. I could barely feel him, I was so wet. He dragged his fingers to his mouth and sucked, and my knees buckled. He groaned as he tasted me, and I heard him slip his mask back into place as he tore off my panties, discarding them on the floor in scraps. His hand found my pussy again, and this time, he plunges two fingers inside me as I cry out.

“So wet for me,” he husks, his voice deep, delicious, and full of lust as he curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot as my toes curled. “You love this, don’t you, Luna? You like being taken by a stranger in public, where anyone could walk in and see you?”

I tremble as I nod, reaching behind me to fist his hair as my other hand grips the wall. I moaned as he picked up the pace, the squelching sounds coming from me both naughty and filthy.

“Please,” I cried, circling my hips greedily against his hand.

“What’s that, baby girl?” he taunts, his thumb grazing my swollen clit. “Do you need something?”

“I…I need to come…please!” I shout, gyrating against him, desperate for release.

“You need to ask permission,” he grunts, his grip tightening around my throat as I lean my head back against his chest, my breath hitching. “You belong to me, baby girl. You don’t get to come without me ever again, you understand?”

I nod frantically, willing to do anything, say anything for him to give me what I desperately want, what I need.

“Say it,” he hisses, spinning me around, and looking into my eyes. “Say you belong to me.”

“I’m yours!” I cry, my nipples scraping against his naked torso, shuddering as I neared the edge. “Please, Sir, can I please come? Please? I need it. Please, Sir, I need you!”

He chuckles darkly as his eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of my writhing, pleasure-ridden body before meeting my gaze again. “Yes, baby girl, you can come.”

The pressure increases against my clit, this masked man adding delicious friction, starting a fire within me. The searing heat rips through me, and my vision goes black as I scream, bucking against his hand my eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at me!” he roars. “Look at me and remember who makes you come this hard.”

My eyes spring open, and the look in his eyes makes me even hotter for him, his gaze smoldering as he watches me come undone for him, and only him.

By the time my orgasm wanes, he pulls his fingers from me, his eyes crinkling with a hidden smile behind his mask. He brings his fingers between us, gleaming with my wetness.

“Look at the mess you made,” he tsks. “You need to clean up after yourself.” He reaches forward, smearing my cum all over my lips. I open my mouth and let him coat my tongue with my juices, and I suck his fingers dry as he groans.

He pulls his fingers free with a wet plop! Backing away, he looks me up and down before he turns and strides away, back to the room where I first saw him.

I hear the door open, and I scramble to pull up my costume, zipping it up the front before anyone catches me. I don’t bother looking behind me before I scurry from the room on wobbly legs, a permanent smile plastered on my face.