Page 72 of Unmasked

She stops chewing the bite of pancake in her mouth, taking in my tense posture and how tightly I’m grasping the fork.

Chewing and swallowing, her face pales. “I thought he was someone you had watching me while you were gone.”

I shake my head. “I’m gonna need every detail.”

She holds up a finger. “Hold that thought.” She pushesher chair back and hurries down the hallway. I watch her bare legs until I can no longer see them, my dick swelling in my sweatpants, even though I’m furious someone has been watchingmygirl.

She returns with a white pad of paper and some charcoal pencils. She plops into the chair, pushing her plate aside.

I lean over, watching her work in amazement. “How did I not know you can draw?”

She looks up at me, her cheeks pink. “My parents hated it. They called it a ridiculous hobby that was never gonna lead anywhere. And they said I had no talent.”

Rage pounds against my temples. “I’d like to smack your parents.”

“Get in line.” The pencil moves furiously against the paper, the faint scratching sound filling the room. “I’m first.”

I snort. She looks up at me and smiles.

A few minutes later, she rips the sheet from the pad. “Here you go.”

I study the drawing, my eyes widening in amazement. “Holy shit, Mallory. You’re fucking talented as hell.”

“You think so?” She bites her lip, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

I set it down, reach over, and pull her onto my lap. “I know so. You have a gift.”

Her blush deepens. “I’ve been sketching since you left. It helps pass the time.”

I frown. “I haven’t seen you sketch.”

She laughs. “Freaking stalker. I haven’t been doing it here. Mostly in class when I have trouble focusing. I draw and listen to the professor drone on. When I’m in the coffee shop or library, I sometimes sketch things if I’m distracted or sad.”

“Can I see more?”

Her face is scarlet. Long lashes rest on her cheeks as shefidgets with the hem of my sweatshirt she’s wearing. “Ummm… They’re mostly of you.”

My smile is wide. “Show me. Please.”

She looks up, astonished. “I’ve never heard you beg.”

“I only beg you.” I slide my nose along her face and to her ear. She squirms and laughs, trying to escape. I’ll never let her go. “Do you want me to beg?”

Her breath hitches before it rapidly accelerates. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll show you the drawings. But you have to agree to let me tie you up and beg me to suck your cock.”

“Jesus. I’m ready to do it now.” I stand with her in my arms, and she laughs.

“First, the drawings. I need some rope to tie you up.”

“I have some in my truck.”

“I’m not asking.”

“Better if you don’t.” I kiss her, carrying her from the kitchen. “Where are they?”

“I keep them hidden in my closet.”

I carry her back to her bedroom, setting her on her feet in front of her closet. She bites her lip and looks at me, her hand on the door. “Promise you won’t laugh? If they’re dumb, please don’t tell me.”