Page 12 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

The Masked Man

I step out of my car, smirking to myself underneath my mask. I have her right where I want her, and she came willingly. Fuck. I dismiss the thought from my head, knowing I need to be patient with her. Even though I love chasing her, I don’t want her to run. Not today.

I walk around and escort her out of the car.

I offer her my hand, which she doesn’t take; instead, she keeps her arms in front of herself, further closing herself off.

I begin walking toward the elevator, and she follows, scanning her surroundings.

My little princess is more aware of her surroundings. Good girl.

Once inside, I take us to the first floor. There are three. The top floor is primarily a main suite, while the other two levels feature entertaining and guest rooms. I don’t do much entertaining, though. Lucien is the only other person who knows about my house.

We step inside, and I can see the curiosity in her eyes.

“Is this your home?” She says softly.” Yes.”

“Do you live alone?”

“Yes.”

She nods and walks further into the home. It features a dark theme, characterized by predominantly black and neutral tones. I’m not one for color.

“It’s… dark,” she states the obvious.

I walk around to the bar, “Can I get you a drink? Champagne?”

“Yes, please.”

Even when I’m not looking at her, I can feel her blushing. She enjoys the feeling of fear. I have read every single book she has read since I started following her, which is a lot. All of which are thrillers. Her body craves the thrill, but her mind hasn’t caught up yet.

I bring her glass over and take off for the elevator.

“Where are we going?”

“The master suite.”

She stares at the floor, not moving.

“I’ll wait here.”

I hold the door open with my foot.

“No. You will come with me.”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“You can’t boss me around. I don’t want to go into your room.” She juts out her hip, flipping her hair over her shoulder, offering a view of her delicate skin. Her shoulder is exposed due to the lack of coverage from her silk tank top.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No…”

“Then get in the elevator. I’ll answer any questions you have for me upstairs.”

Sh e nods slowly, as if she is trying to win a mental war inside her head.

She steps forward as she cautiously enters the elevator.

I knew she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bombard me with questions.

I wonder what’s going through her mind right now.

She is probably thinking of all the things she wants to ask me.

I stand to the side of her, taking in the scent of her perfume. I smell the faintest hint of coconut, and it is intoxicating.

We reach the master suite, and I hold the door, allowing her to exit first. Her eyes scan the room searching for answers. She won’t find anything in here.

“Sit,” I order her as I gesture toward the sofa. The sofa faces towards the windows and overlooks the mountains. I love the view. The danger of living life on the edge takes on a new meaning for me here.

She sits on the edge of the sofa, and I walk in front, looking out into the abyss.

I have my glass of scotch, taking a few small sips. I turn to face her. She has her knees pressed together for dear life, and she sits tall and proud.

“Tell me, what do you want to know?” I ask as I sit beside her.

“Well… You’re name would be a good start.”

I look sternly at her, as I knew that would be her burning question. Of all the things she could ask me, she asks the most innocent yet predictable one.

I set my glass of scotch down. And reach up to my mask, slowly removing it. I look down into her eyes and see nothing but curiosity. She scans my face, wanting to speak, but it’s as if she can’t.

“Dante Voss,” I state flatly.

She stares at me in disbelief.

“You are so innocent, Ms. Blackwell.” I chuckle, taking another drink.

“Y-your friends with Lucien?”

“Yes. Our families work together, so to speak.”

“You kill people?”

“Only the ones that deserve it.”

“H-how long have you been following me?”

“Too long.”

“I’m so confused… why?” She asks so innocently.

“Why what?”

“Why… do you want me? Why am I here?”

I walk around to the back of the sofa and lean down, letting my lips brush against the shell of her ear, “I don’t know why I want you, princess. I’ve never had an obsession this strong before,” I pause briefly before I continue, “So that is why you’re here— I am unable to stay away from you.”

I pull her hair back, exposing her neck. I plant a gentle kiss, letting her know how fucking bad I want to sink my teeth into her perfect skin.

She tilts her head, allowing me to kiss her delicate neck. She is so fucking perfect.

“Then don’t stay away,” her airy tone sends signal straight to my cock. She better be careful because she doesn’t know what she is getting herself into. Once I have her, I’ll never be able to stop— she will be ruined.

I sink my teeth into her neck and she yelps in surprise. I suck as she melts into my touch. She was made for me. I release her neck and stare back at the mark I left on her flesh. Fucking perfect.

I walk back over to the window in front of her, taking another drink. It’s going to be a long fucking night. One way or another, I make Evelyn mine. Her mind, body, and soul. She will only crave my touch, and I will be the only one to ruin her.