Marked By Masks and Secrets (Everlasting Possession #1)

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EVIE

I thought biting him might provoke him to bite me back, but Kylo was too intelligent to fall for my transparent acts of desperation.

It was most unfortunate.

The more frustrated I became, the more Kylo seemed to be enjoying himself.

“I loathe you,” I whispered, his arms locked around me from behind as we watched a woman in a leather dress whip a nude man with a bullwhip.

The sound of it made me jump every time, as loud as a strike of lightning. Which in turn made Kylo laugh.

“Funny how quickly things change. Miss-Too-Anxious-To-Be-Around-Naked-People, now begging to publicly orgasm.”

He spun me around, wearing that infuriating smirk that grew with each passing minute.

He shifted into a mocking pout. “Yes, very sad,” he said, poking my nose. “Now wipe that bratty look off your face or you won’t come for a week.”

“You’re evil, ” I growled.

He lifted me into his arms. “And you love that about me.”

His lips met mine as my legs locked around him. His tongue invaded my mouth. He consumed me, all heat and lust and darkness, until I was useless putty in his arms.

My mind spun, parsing through idea after idea to get Kylo to bend.

By the time he’d set me down, I had a scheme.

It was, of course, a terrible one. But a scheme, nonetheless.

“Can we get water?” I asked.

“Of course.”

Kylo led me through the rooms until we reached a lounge area with a bar. He was right that each new room was increasingly more depraved. So far, I’d seen a turned woman strapped to a table while a witch shocked her with an electric current in her fingertips; several people getting beaten with all manner of objects; a man literally set on fire but in a safe way ; and of course, lots of feeding. And fucking.

I held tightly onto Kylo’s arm until we reached the counter. I let go but stayed close. A turned woman instantly rushed to us, her mask covering half her face but not her soft green eyes. She smiled at Kylo in a way that made me frown.

He seemed oblivious as he asked for a glass of water.

When someone next to us struck up a conversation with Kylo, talking partially in code but clearly gushing over him like a fanboy, I seized the opportunity.

I backed up slowly, even as guilt rooted in my stomach—reminding me of what happened the last time I’d broken one of Kylo’s rules.

This was different. We were playing harmless games, clearly somewhere safe, surrounded by his loyal clan.

I slipped through the maze of people. My eyes latched onto a moaning girl, bouncing up and down in a vampire’s lap, for just two seconds before averting my gaze.

My core tightened. Would I let Kylo fuck me in front of everyone?

Was that what I wanted him to do when he caught me?

I’d only made it a room over when I felt the scorching heat of his gaze on me. But he didn’t grab me, didn’t make himself known.

I spun around, but I didn’t see Kylo anywhere. I only sensed him in the heat on the back of my neck, the brand he’d left on my soul with his blood and obsession.

Maybe I was imagining it, but gods, I swore I could feel his wrath echo against the walls. Yet he stayed hidden, watching me with a silent rage.

None of the turned dared approach me. They clearly knew what was good for them. No one at all spoke to me until I entered a room of plush furniture and nude forms tangled up with each other. A woman was feeding on two other women in the corner, but front and center was what appeared to be an orgy. One of the women was kneeling above a man’s face, a position that made my eyes widen. Another man was stroking himself, playing with the woman’s breasts.

A nude man approached me, his cock semi-hard. “I saw you earlier,” he said. “When you were with that large and intimidating vampire man.” He smiled. “Just wanted to say how adorable you look.”

My witchy senses tingled, alerting me to some kind of threat beneath the man’s easygoing facade.

Another man joined the first, eyeing me up and down. He, too, was very naked.

“Yes, the cutest,” the second man said.

“Would you like to join us?” the first man said.

I looked between the two of them, and as soon as I took a step back, my body hit a chest.

Thank the gods. But when I turned, expecting to see an angry Kylo, I saw a chiseled human man instead—broad-chested and tall.

None of them were as big and scary as my boyfriend.

“There are ladies who can vet us for you,” the first man added. “We know how to show women a good time.”

I finally found my voice when the third man apologized for running into me, his hand lingering on my back for far too long.

I recoiled from his touch, pulling myself away. “No, I’m not interested.”

“Can I at least get you a drink? You have such a unique presence. I want to hear more about you, ” the first man continued, something pushy and insistent in his fake charm.

“It’s just a drink,” the second man said. “No need to look so terrified.” He laughed.

“Look at those darling shoes,” the third purred, gazing down at my pink Mary Janes.

They all pretended like I was the most interesting person they’d ever encountered.

“And those pretty rope marks—someone likes it rough, huh?”

I glanced down at my wrists and legs, the pink indentions the rope had made on my skin. When the third man made another move to touch me, I jerked away again.

“I said no thank you .”

They all three shifted their demeanors at once, their faces contorting with derision.

“Think you’re too good for us, you stuck-up bitch?”

I tensed, fear blooming in my blood as they surrounded me.

A dark figure moved in the corner of my eye. Kylo was done playing our game. He had the man lifted into the air by his throat before I had time to blink.

“ Apologize .”

The man gurgled, his little feet kicking as Kylo held his throat.

“Kylo,” I said, my stomach dropping with terror. He was strangling a mortal with vampiric strength. “Please don’t kill him.”

Kylo dropped the man back down to the ground, where he coughed and gasped. The other two men tried to back away, but shadows grabbed their ankles and locked them in place.

“I’m sorry,” the first man said, fear in his eyes as he looked from Kylo back to me.

“Zero tolerance for coercion and harassment,” Kylo spat. He made a gesture, and a masked woman quickly grabbed the man off the ground and hauled him to his feet. “All three of you will be escorted back outside.” The words sounded forced, like they weren’t at all what he truly wanted to say.

Kylo was trembling with rage. His shadows crawled back to him reluctantly, as if their true desire was to squeeze the life out of the men instead.

When he trained his masked gaze on me, all I could do was gulp.

Kylo gripped my hair at the base of my scalp and forced me to stare up into those onyx voids. “Are you okay?”

I nodded.

The dark laughter that followed had every last hair on my neck standing alert.

“You won’t feel that way for long.”

He led me forward, his hand still tangled in my hair as I hissed from the sting. Eventually, he slid his hand down to my neck and gripped that instead. My stomach was knotting, terror and arousal fighting for supremacy until I couldn’t much tell the difference between the two.

Guards were posted before a set of doors, instantly letting Kylo through and into a dark hall. Kylo dragged me to the room at the end, slammed the door shut behind him, grabbed me off the floor like I was nothing but his mortal doll.

I barely had time to observe my surroundings—not that I could see well in the dark—before Kylo set me back down, bent me at the waist, and forced me to grip the edge of some wooden piece of furniture.

The room was dead silent aside from my rapid heartbeat and shallow panting, clearly a private space away from the main dungeon.

My dress was lifted and my panties were torn away. I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and fabric shifting behind me.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” Kylo asked.

I didn’t have time to answer before he thrust his cock inside me without warning.

The scream that tore through me was softened by Kylo’s hand over my mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispered, gripping my hips. “Why are you whining, angel? You won your own little game. You should feel so proud.”

The sweetness in his voice was a lie, teetering on the edge of psychopathic. He removed his hand from my mouth, letting me cry out undeterred.

He drove into me, over and over, until my legs were shaking and threatening to give out. I still wasn’t used to the size of him; perhaps I never would be. He only held my hips harder with a bruising grip. One of his hands fisted my hair again and yanked my head to the side.

He spit into my open mouth before gripping my throat as I swallowed.

“I would say good girl, but that would be a lie,” he growled. “As you’ve made it quite clear that you’d much rather be my disobedient little slut tonight.”

He went deeper than ever, and I screamed. The pressure at the sides of my throat had my head swimming, growing more and more floaty.

“Isn’t that right, Evie darling? Did you need me to put you in your place and remind you who the fuck owns your body and soul?”

I didn’t enjoy feeling like I was in trouble—being starved of the praise I’d grown so accustomed to.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered.

Kylo responded to this with his teeth buried in the sensitive flesh of my shoulder. He bit hard enough to draw out a pained cry from my lips, but he didn’t go deep. He didn’t feed.

He marked me—brutally, in a primal way I felt at my core.

He yanked me back, dragging me onto a carpet and leaving me on my knees. I stared up at him. His mask fell away.

And seeing the unfiltered rage in his eyes was somehow infinitely more frightening.

“What are you sorry for?” he growled, his jaw rigid as he glared down at my trembling form.

A lump grew in my throat as I remembered those men touching me, invading my space, making unwanted comments about my sex life and appearance.

“I’m sorry for leaving your side,” I said.

Kylo moved closer. I straightened up, letting him brush the head of his cock across my lips, coating them with my own essence.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

I opened.

Kylo rocked his hips, his cock sliding in and instantly hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged, my eyes closing.

He grabbed my hair. “Uh-uh. Keep your eyes on me while I punish this disrespectful mouth.”

I looked up at him, and his mask crawled back over his face, hiding away all of his humanity. Now, he was just my deranged vampire stalker.

“You know what I think?” he asked, his voice more unhinged than ever as it deepened and distorted. “I think you wanted me to reveal how fucking obsessed I am with you. The extent of my madness, my preoccupation with being inside you at all times. Buried in your greedy cunt. This inviting throat. Your tight little ass. My fangs in your flesh, my voice infecting your beautiful mind. You wanted me to reveal the truth that I want to be so deep inside you, every second of every day, that you have no hope of ever escaping me.”

I made a sharp groan against his cock as he continued to force it down my throat.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. You love how out of control you make me. You couldn’t stand the idea of me being able to go just one single hour without playing with my perfect toy.”

My watery eyes spilled over, tears running down my cheeks as I gagged on Kylo. My clit was aching more than ever before, still untouched and neglected.

The most insane part of all of this was that I now wanted to earn back his praise even more than I wanted him to touch me.

He gave me several more violent thrusts as I struggled in his hold. When he finally released me, I sucked in air, spit dripping from my lips.

I didn’t get any recovery time before Kylo had pulled me to my feet and made quick work undressing me and removing my mask. In the next breath, he grabbed me into his arms and lowered me onto his cock until he was buried deep.

He shoved me up against a wall, bouncing me up and down as his mask continued to cover the entirety of his face. I whimpered at the fullness, the desperation building inside me for release.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated.

Kylo’s mask slid up to uncover his mouth. He kissed my forehead, the first gentle touch since he’d brought me into this room. This one tiny act was enough to melt the lump in my throat.

“You walked through my dungeon as if you belonged to no one, after you promised me you’d follow my very simple rules. Rules designed to protect you. Because you know what it fucking does to me when you put yourself in danger. Those men frightened you. That was bad enough. But they were willing to do far worse.”

Kylo continued to buried himself deep. I gasped, and he stayed lodged there, unmoving.

“I know,” I whispered. “I only thought it was okay because I was under the clan’s protection, and I knew you were still watching me. I wouldn’t have done it under different circumstances. But that doesn’t matter—I’m sorry that I broke my word when you have never broken yours.” My lip trembled. “You’ve never been dishonest with me. Impatient or unreasonable. You’ve never been cruel, dismissive, manipulative, or self-serving.”

Emotion welled in my body, mixing with the heady lust and satisfaction of having Kylo deep inside me. “You are insane, of course. But yes, I do love that about you.”

Kylo smiled, and the act melted everything that had tightened inside my chest.

“I am sorry,” I said. “I should’ve made my move within your boundaries.”

“If you think my rules are unreasonable, voice that,” Kylo said. “We’re roleplaying, baby. Underneath the power games, you’re still my equal.”

I nodded. “Okay.” I reached a trembling hand to his lips, and he kissed my fingers.

“You’re forgiven,” he said. “But I’m not even close to finished making you suffer.”