Masked Desires

Chapter 5: Killian

I started looking at her angelic face closely I wish I could see what's under that mask. She has fuckable sexy body, an ass that's squeezable, tits that can fit in my hands, and soft plump lips . I don't think and squeeze her ass. A sweet gasp leaves her mouth, I wish I could hear her scream my name I'd even let her call me "daddy". I then see her squeezing her legs together. She looks so innocent. I can see her nipples getting hard I'm not sure if that's from the cold but I couldn't help but squeeze both her tits. I can't stop but think how'd she look sucking my cock and I would pull her hair in a ponytail. Fuck I didn't even realise I'm already pulling her hair . I  gently brush my thumb across the bottom of her lip. She looks so lost.
"I want to write poems on your skin with my lips. if you were mine I'd never let anyone see you in such a slutty dress, this body would only be mine to see and touch."

She steps back when Stephanie appears. She always has to end a good moment. Stephanie pulls my hand and into my room. I don't even look back at the brunette angel I probably shouldn't even looked at her in the first place. "Babe who is that". I slapped Stephanie "it's non of your business, now help me let off some steam" 

Steph twists her head towards me and playfully laughs. I grab her hips pulling her to the edge of the bed and I spread her fake ass looking down. I feel how wet she is, how much she wants me. As I thrust into her pussy I can't help but think of my sweet angel, fuck she's not mine what am I doing. Before I cum I take my cock out and don't even let Steph cum. I never cum inside any women can't take the risk. Steph moans and grabs me but I push her away.

My phone starts buzzing I answer it, "father". "Son it's time now to see your finance come now."

I rush downstairs, still buttoning my shirt, as the sound of cheers and applause fills the room. As I look up, my eyes land on my future wife. Wait—what? That can't be. Sophie Kingsley? The brunette girl I just met? She looks so frightened, but I quickly cover my shock with a smirk. This could be fun.

Suddenly, Sophie starts to look pale, and I can see she's about to collapse. Gasps ripple through the crowd, but before she hits the floor, I catch her, lifting her easily into my arms. She's so lightweight, so fragile. Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley have tears in their eyes.

"Oh, my baby," Mrs. Kingsley whispers.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Kingsley. I'll take my fiancée from here," I say confidently. "I'll take her back home."

I carry Sophie outside and gently place her in the passenger seat of my Urus, carefully fastening her seatbelt. As I get in the driver's seat, I pull out my phone and call my personal doctor, instructing him to meet me at the house.

Driving quickly, I navigate the winding roads until we reach her home.

I carry Sophie up the stairs, feeling the weight of her small frame in my arms. When I reach the top, I'm met with a heavy door, lined with multiple locks. It's clear they've been keeping her isolated, locked away from the world. I hesitate for a moment, my hand hovering over the locks, I place her petite body on my shoulder and unlock them one by one.

Inside, her room is dimly lit, with a sense of coldness that makes me uneasy. I lay her on the bed, adjusting the covers around her.

The doctor arrives a few minutes later, carrying his bag of supplies. He gives Sophie a quick examination and administers an injection to help her regain some strength. When I ask him for the fertility tablets, he hesitates, clearly uncomfortable.

"Give them to me now, or you're dead," I growl, my patience gone. The doctor's hands tremble as he hands over the bottle. I grab it without another word, turning my attention back to Sophie.

Before leaving, I kiss her forehead gently. "I'm sorry," I whisper, knowing she wouldn't understand even if she were awake. I pull out the thorn ring, carefully slipping it onto her finger. I do it while she's asleep, sparing her the pain of the barbs pressing into her skin.

Even though I don't want to leave her like this, knowing she's fragile and alone, I remind myself that tomorrow is our wedding day. She'll be mine, although an innocent girl like her doesn't deserve a man like me, she deserves better.

But for now, I reluctantly step back, my eyes lingering on her peaceful face. I turn to leave, locking the door behind me, knowing that tonight will be the last time she sleeps alone. Tomorrow, everything changes. She'll want her old life back, but there's no going back. She'll finally see the real me.

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