𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Fourteen

Ghostface

I stepped out of the warehouse, the echoes of Isabella's moans still lingering in the air like a haunting melody. The darkness of the night enveloped me, matching the turmoil within. She was a mere pawn in my game. yet her response to my touch stirred something primal and unsettling in me.

Fuck, I'm rock hard right now.

As I walked through the deserted streets, I couldn't shake off the image of her trembling beneath me, her breathless gasps filling the empty space between us. I despised her for making me crave her. It was infuriating how easily she could elicit such intense reactions from me, how she could challenge my carefully constructed walls.

But as much as I hated her, there was a part of me that craved her taste, her touch, her scent, why did she smell so good? It disgusted me to admit it, but she had gotten under my skin in a way no one else had. I needed to push her away, to remind myself of my purpose.

I fucking hated her for making me feel this way, for making me question my resolve. She was just a means to an end, a stepping stone in my path. I needed to stay focused, to remember that she was nothing but a target, a plaything.

I cursed her name under my breath, furious at myself for succumbing to her allure.

what the fuck is she doing to me! I can't want her, I can't want anyone.

I returned to my place, my mind still consumed by thoughts of Isabella. The echoes of her moans and gasps reverberated in my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. I needed to clear my head, to regain control over my emotions. I headed straight for the shower, hoping that the cold water would wash away the lingering traces of her presence.

As I swaggered toward the bathroom, I yanked off my mask and tossed it onto the counter with a grunt. taking off my dark clothing in one swift motion, I cranked the shower handle and stepped into the steaming cascade. The hot water hit my skin with a shock that momentarily jolted me out of my reverie.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories that threatened to overwhelm me. But as the water flowed over me, its chill failed to extinguish the fire that burned within. I need a fucking release.

I leaned against the tiled wall, letting the water cascade over my body. My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and desire, tangled in a web of lust and loathing. Isabella's name echoed in my mind like a forbidden mantra, each syllable a dagger that pierced my resolve.

I cursed under my breath, angry at myself for succumbing to her allure. But deep down, I knew that it wasn't just her physical beauty that had ensnared me. It was the way she had looked at me, with a mix of fear and defiance, as if she dared me to break her.

I clenched my fists, dammit! no..no I can't want her. my muscles tensing with the effort to control the raging emotions within me. But as my hand trailed down my body, the memory of her soft curves beneath my touch flooded my senses. I finally gave in to the primal urges that consumed me. My hand moved with urgency, seeking release from the torment of my thoughts. I grabbed my length and stroked it hard, Each stroke brought me closer to the edge.

I let out a guttural growl as waves of pleasure washed over me, my hand working tirelessly with each stroke as I sought release. "Fuck, little pet." I muttered under my breath, the image of Isabella's trembling form etched in my mind. "Do you see what you do to me?"

As my climax approached, I felt a surge of primal need, my body tensing with the impending explosion. "Fuck... Isabella!" I groaned, her name a primal chant on my lips as I finally came, my come exploded on the shower wall. my body trembling with the aftershocks of ecstasy.

I leaned against the shower wall, my breathing heavy as fuck as I tried to catch my breath. The memory of Isabella's helpless surrender to my touch fueled my satisfaction, even as a twinge of guilt and shame lingered in the depths of my mind. But for now, in this moment of raw passion, all I could feel was the overwhelming pleasure of release. What the fuck was I on?

I stepped out of the shower, the steam dissipating around me as I dried off and slipped into a comfortable Black plain T-shirt and gray sweatpants. The cool fabric clung to my skin, a stark contrast to the heated rush of my recent release.

Making my way to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, the cold bottle offering a welcome respite from the intense emotions swirling inside me. Sitting down on the couch, I took a long sip, savoring the bitter taste as I pondered my next move with Isabella.

She had proven to be a formidable challenge, her resilience and defiance fueling my desire to break her spirit. As I sat there, beer in hand, I couldn't help but relish the thought of the torment I could inflict upon her. Every fear, every vulnerability—I wanted to strip them all away, leaving her exposed and at my mercy.

But I needed to be careful, to bide my time and strike when she least expected it. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not with Isabella.