𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Eighteen

Isabella

When I opened my eyes, I was terrified and stunned as I noticed his tattoos. They were intricate and alluring, adding to his mysterious allure. On his left hand, he had a spider, its legs weaving a delicate web of danger. His arm was adorned with tattoos like a skull face and an arrow. On his right hand, he had a ghost tattoo. But it was the smaller tattoos that captivated me the most. Each one told a story, a fragment of his past etched into his skin. They were like pieces of a puzzle, each one a clue to the man behind the mask.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, but he gave no answer.

Then, he took off his mask, and I was almost overcome. His face was... perfect. "Beautiful" didn't even begin to describe it. His eyes were a light greenish hazel, sparkling in the dim light. His hair was black, medium long. His lips were plump and inviting, his jawline sharp and defined. He was like a god, a perfect specimen of masculinity. He watched me intently, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. But all I could do was marvel at the artwork that adorned his body, each tattoo adding to the complex tapestry of his being. In that moment, I realized that there was so much more to him than met the eye, so much depth and complexity hidden beneath the surface.

I couldn't help but stare, my jaw nearly dropping in awe. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel? How could someone so perfect be so twisted?

"Why are you here?" I asked. "How did you get in?"

Again, no answer.

Without warning, he slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me hard and rough, his lips pressing against mine with a possessive force that took my breath away. His hand moved behind my back to pull me closer to him. I could hardly breathe as he kissed me, his tongue flicking against mine. I moaned, unable to resist the overwhelming desire that coursed through my veins. His kiss was rough and demanding, but there was a passion behind it that I couldn't deny. Despite everything, despite the fear and the pain, I wanted him, I needed him, in a way I'd never felt before.

He broke the kiss and pushed me back onto the bed. I stared at him in shock, waiting for his next move. He stood up and grabbed something out of his back pocket—a condom.

"Take off your shorts now," he demanded. I blinked blankly at his demand, but I obeyed.

I slowly slid my shorts down, revealing my wet panties. He let out a husky growl.

"Play with that tasty pussy of yours," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. My heart skipped a beat, but I obediently obeyed. I quickly moved my panties to the side and started rubbing my fingers over my clit. I moaned, feeling the heat building within me. I bit my lip to keep my moans away. I could feel his eyes on me, burning into my skin as he watched my every move.

I slid two fingers inside of me, a moan escaping my lips as pleasure washed over me, making my eyes roll back in bliss. I could hear his heavy breathing, feel his gaze burning into me with each movement. I started pumping in and out, the sensation overwhelming me.

"Fuck, your pussy looks delicious," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

I glanced up and saw him slowly removing his pants and then his boxers. And oh my God!, HE'S HUGE, like really fucking big. I swallowed nervously, taking in his size. He glanced at me and smirked, his pre-come dripping as evident, sending a shiver down my spine at the sight of him, raw and exposed.

He began to stroke himself and growl. In response, I quickened my pace with my fingers. The pleasure built inside me, threatening to consume me entirely. But just as I was about to come, he grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"Did I say you could come yet?" His voice was low and growling, sending a shiver down my spine.

"But..." I tried to speak, but he silenced me with a commanding look, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, positioning himself between my legs. His hands, strong and sure, gripped my thighs tightly, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation through me. His eyes locked on mine, dark with desire, as he asserted his dominance.

"I'm going to eat your pussy now." he whispered huskily. "Do not be loud or else your friend will hear."

He then lowered his head towards my pussy. Feeling a surge of insecurity, I reacted instinctively, closing my legs as he moved closer to my entrance. He responded with a growl, swiftly biting my inner thigh, causing me to yelp in surprise. "Open your fucking legs," he commanded, his voice low and demanding against my skin.

"Please, don't..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"What's that?" he interrupted, his tone challenging. "Don't want me to taste your sweet pussy?" His words were filled with desire, a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down my spine. He grabbed my face and pushed my head back, causing it to slam against the pillow, then went all in like a madman. His tongue swirled around my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I moaned uncontrollably, unable to contain myself as he expertly flicked and sucked on my sensitive clit. My fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him deeper into my wetness. His lips trailed down to my entrance, his tongue teasingly circling the rim. I bit my lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through my veins.

I had never been with someone so dominant before, and the raw intensity of our encounter was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Oh, God," I gasped, unable to resist the urge to grab his head and push him closer. He complied eagerly, burying his face between my thighs. His tongue worked its magic, lapping at my folds with an insatiable hunger that matched my own.

The room was filled with our combined moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin as he started to tongue fuck me. I moaned so loud, quickly covering my mouth to muffle the sound. He continued to eat me out with a fervor that made my toes curl. His tongue licked and sucked on my clit with expert precision, causing me to moan and writhe in pleasure. His fingers worked their way inside me, finding all the right spots to send me over the edge.

"Fuck, you taste so divine," he mumbled between licks, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't get enough of you." I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

And then it happened, with one flick of his tongue over my clit - "Oh god.." I gasped, moaning as a hard, mind-blowing orgasm shook my body from head to toe. I screamed out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Then, there was a knock on my door, and we both froze.