Marked By Masks and Secrets (Everlasting Possession #1)

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EVIE

I n the corner of the room, Kylo and I sat on the carpet while he tied me with pastel pink rope that nearly matched my dress.

It was strangely… fun .

My mind melted as he pulled my legs into his lap, tying a series of knots as he bound my legs together like a mermaid.

I smiled. “Feels cozy.”

He kissed my forehead. “That is precisely the intention, my little damsel in distress.”

The rope dug into my skin, slightly scratchy, but not incredibly painful. Just enough to flood me with a low dose of pleasure, my mind growing slightly floaty. I could sense from touching the material that it was made of natural plant fiber, a low green energy emitting outward.

Kylo’s eyes grew molten as he finished off the last knot above my ankles. “I can scent you getting wet for me, angel,” he teased. “Someone enjoys being trapped and helpless, hmm?”

I knew there weren’t many people around, as Kylo continually scared them away when they got too close, but my cheeks burned nonetheless.

“You want more, baby?” he asked, brushing his thumbs across my reddened cheeks.

I nodded. “Am I doing it right? You know, the whole sex dungeon thing?”

Kylo laughed. “There is literally no way to do a sex dungeon wrong , silly girl.”

I felt like that wasn’t true, but I grew distracted as Kylo shoved me down onto the carpet and straddled me as he bound my wrists together next. When they were cuffed and immobilized with rope, he moved off me and yanked them above my head, tying the leftover rope to some object behind me.

When he returned to my line of sight, he smiled for only a moment before his mask completely obscured his face. He merely stood there, arms crossed as I wiggled and flexed my bound limbs.

And gods, he wasn’t even touching me. We were both fully clothed, and Kylo was merely standing above me, yet I was deliriously drunk with desire, overcome by pleasure and fear.

His tattooed muscles flexed as he peered down at me through his impenetrable mask. I was both aroused and blissfully sedated by this feeling of helplessness. No longer was I concerned about noises or lingering eyes or nude, writhing bodies. I was entirely locked in on the sensation of being bound and secure, my masked stalker lording over me with his frightening, lethal form.

One of Kylo’s shadows solidified and crawled up my body.

“Open that pretty mouth,” Kylo commanded, his voice deep and distorted.

The smoky tendril condensed itself into the same size as the rope before skating over my mouth as a gag.

I bit down, my tongue tasting the strange, smooth material. It tasted like Kylo—dark, fresh, woodsy.

He still didn’t move, merely watching me wiggle with my arms locked above my head and my legs bound together. I made a soft noise against the gag as pleasure coursed through my blood.

I thought there was no way in hell I was going to want to do public sex acts with Kylo. But my traitorous body was starting to get different ideas.

Ideas like how nice it would be if Kylo were to touch me while I was bound and restrained—my nerves alive and sensitive. For him to play with me, tease me.

My brows drew together, and I began to grow frustrated with Kylo’s impassive silence and immobility.

I pointed my foot toward him and made another soft noise.

The bastard laughed at me.

It was as if I could feel that deep, rich sound in a cascade of touch down my body.

“Please,” I tried to say into the gag, but it came out fairly unintelligible.

He knew what the hell I meant though, even as he pretended otherwise, still tormenting me with his distance.

He merely chuckled tauntingly, watching me from beneath his scary onyx mask.

“Kylo,” a voice said, breaking the spell we were both under.

My attention snapped to the masked woman with long black hair who’d come up behind Kylo. Her mask didn’t extend all around her head like his, only the upper part of her face.

Rage swarmed my system before I realized it was Harmony, and then merely humiliation drowned my veins.

She looked down at me with a grin. “Oh! Hi, Evie!”

She waved at me as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary with my predicament.

“Cute dress!” she said cheerfully.

“Thank you,” I attempted, the words once again lost as they met the gag.

Harmony was wearing a tight golden dress that accentuated her generous curves. She looked like Helia’s consort, a joyful being of pure sunlight.

“I apologize deeply for the intrusion. Have you seen Princeton?” she asked Kylo. “They said he came in earlier and never left, but I haven’t spotted him yet.”

Kylo shook his head.

“Oh. Hmm. No worries,” she said. “You two have fun!”

A shifter man in a wolf mask must’ve misread the situation, as he took Harmony’s place the moment she left.

Kylo went rigid, slowly turning his masked head toward the grinning wolf.

“Caught yourself quite the beauty,” the man said. “Bet she’s fun to play with.”

“One more word and you will not enjoy the consequences,” Kylo hissed. “Walk. Away.”

Shadows bled from Kylo’s form, his tattoos trembling as power flooded the room. The shifter tensed, taking a step back as his smile fell.

“Do not interrupt people’s scenes in a dungeon. Go back to the entry hall and read the basic fucking etiquette.”

The wolf scurried off with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

“See? I thought about ripping out his tongue and shoving it back down his throat, but I refrained,” Kylo growled. “ That’s love.”

I made a noise of indignation. Something about Kylo flexing his power had my yearning climbing to new heights. Stranger still, I was surprised by how much I secretly enjoyed others watching me—as much as I enjoyed Kylo scaring them away.

I enjoyed being his. And the whole world knowing it, too.

Kylo finally joined me back on the carpet, sitting next to my bound form. His fingers brushed my lips, feeling the saliva that had gathered against my will.

“Messy girl,” he taunted.

His hand skated down my form as I shuddered. When his fingers found a nipple, teasing and pinching, I squirmed and arched. My bound wrists pulled against whatever they’d been tied to.

“Uh-uh, be a good girl and stay still,” Kylo rasped. “There’s no escape for my captured and bound angel.”

He let the gag fall away.

Not being able to read his face as he toyed with me felt dangerous. He was Kylo, yet he was also this masked stranger, this unreachable psychopath.

And I was at his mercy.

He pinched my other nipple over my dress, and I tried my best not to squirm.

I gasped, a whimper leaving my lips.

“Use your words, baby.”

I didn’t care anymore. I needed his fingers under my dress, between my thighs.

“I want you to touch me, please,” I begged.

Kylo laughed darkly. “You want me to play with you? Out in the open, for anyone to see?”

I swallowed, a strange mix of shame and desire warring inside me.

“You want everyone to know who owns this pretty pink pussy?”

His hand inched down, tracing a circle around my pubic bone above the silky fabric. When he moved to my upper thigh, inching higher, my breath hitched.

“Use. Your. Words.”

I nodded, staring up at him desperately. “Yes. Please.”

“Good manners, angel,” Kylo said. “And yet, it doesn’t solve the dilemma of what I would have to do to anyone who heard the little noises you make when you come. The moans and gasps that belong only to me. That beautiful face you make when you unravel at my command.”

His fingers pressed into my dress where I needed him most. But there was too much fabric blunting the sensation, leaving me frustrated and arching against him.

He retracted all touch.

Kylo’s mask slid up, revealing his cruel smile. “Not bad for your first sex dungeon scene. I’m untying you now.”

“Kylo!” I squealed.

He tsked. “I’ve spoiled you, baby. Denial builds character.”