Beneath the Mask

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Daltons PoV

After getting back into our clothes, I twirled Nyah around, our bodies reconnecting in a passionate kiss. Pulling away, I held her close, our breaths mingling.

"If I see you flirt with him again, especially in front of me, you'll be in even more trouble," I warned. She smirked, her eyes filled with mischievous curiosity.

"Just how much trouble?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation, clearly intending to have me again.

The thought of her wanting me only fueled my desire further. "For fuck's sake, Nyah," I muttered, feeling the struggle to maintain control.

"The more you make it hard for me to be in control, the more I'll be stuck with Penelope."

Nyah turned away from me, facing the door, before glancing back at me with a raised eyebrow. "That's her name?"

she asked, her tone dismissive. I hummed in response. "Are you jealous?" I asked, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. Nyah scoffed, feigning indifference.

"Jealous of her? She's got nothing but plastic boobs, a plastic ass, Botox and injections.

Not that I'm saying it's bad, but it's definitely fucked her up. So why would I be jealous?" Her words tried to mask the truth, but I knew better.

I leaned in closer, my voice laced with a combination of dominance and temptation.

"Maybe because it only takes one call for her to crawl to me. I can satisfy her, hear her call out my name.

I can touch her all over her body, kiss her all over her body, leaving marks that declare her as mine, even if it's not true.

She desperately wants a taste of me every day, every minute, and every second.

She lusts for me, hungering to touch me, even when I may not want her." I leaned back, searching Nyah's eyes for a reaction, but she showed none.

Could it be true? Was she really not jealous? "Unlike you, Dalton, I don't get jealous,"

she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering. I stared into her eyes, challenging her honesty. "Liar," I whispered, not ready to let go of the idea that she desired me as much as I craved her.

She shook her head, a defiant smile gracing her lips. I lifted her up, feeling the electricity between us, as I pulled her in for another intense embrace.

The room was filled with anticipation as we made our way back to the dining area. My eyes grazed the scene, watching as Penelope was still in her seat, and Nyah took her place beside the boy.

Curiosity piqued, I listened intently as Penelope voiced her inquiry.

"Dalton, what kept you so long?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

A mischievous smile played on my lips as I replied, "Ah, just some business to attend to, my dear." Penelope reciprocated the smile, her nod expressing her understanding.

I couldn't help but notice the glint in her eyes as she gazed at the young boy beside her. In a tender gesture,

he pulled her close, the warmth of his lips meeting hers, and whispered words that made her nod and smile.

A surge of frustration and jealousy coiled within me, my fists clenching involuntarily beneath the table. Gathering my composure,

I turned my attention back to Penelope, mustering a nonchalant tone as I inquired, "So, Penelope, what shall we do after this?"

As she leaned in closer, I caught a glimpse of Nyah surreptitiously observing our exchange from the corner of my eye.

Penelope's breath lingered inches from my lips, her eyes locked onto mine as she replied, "I have something in mind, something that will awaken your desires.

But I wonder if you would be willing to embark on this adventure with me?"

A surge of anticipation coursed through me as I pulled her chair closer, leaning in to whisper into her ear,

"Baby, I will take you on a ride that will leave you longing for me throughout the night and into the next day."

Her touch ignited a fire within me as her hand grazed my thigh, gently exploring its path further downwards, until it reached an intimate destination. I discreetly cleared my throat, cursing the inconvenient timing of arousal.