Page 24 of Stranded
“Naughty girl,” I murmur. “I don’t think Santa will be visiting you tomorrow. You’ve not behaved yourself.”
She pouts. “Perhaps I don’t want Santa. Perhaps I want a masked devil instead.”
I growl and stand, charging toward her.
She turns to run and makes it three steps before I tackle her onto the plush rug on the floor, pinning her to the ground with my weight.
“Well, you’re going to get your wish.” I kiss her, my tongue delving into her mouth.
“Maddox,” She moans against my lips. “You need to tell me…”
I pull back reluctantly. “What now?” I grumble.
“Why do you keep the masks when they tie you to the past you're running from?”
My body stiffens above her as I know the answer doesn't make sense. At least, it won’t make sense to her. A heavy silence hangs between us before I finally decide to break it. “It’s about power, Ivy,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “The masks, make me feel powerful and invincible. They let me be someone I’m not. Someone without a past. Someone who can command fear and respect. And yes, they’re kinky, too.” I gaze into her eyes. “I enjoy fucking with them on. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I can't help the sharpness of my tone because this girl is making me feel vulnerable. Making me feel a way I never imagined I'd allow anyone to make me feel. There's a tiny crack in the armor I've built around my heart, and she's chiseling away at it.
She gulps, her throat bobbing and drawing my attention to it.
"Maddox," she starts, her voice uncertain.
"Yes, angel?"
“I like it too," she admits.
I raise a brow. "Like what?"
"The masks. I like it when you fuck me with them on." She pauses, biting her lip. "I really want you to fuck me with the Call of Duty ghost mask on."
I clench my jaw, unable to believe that my angel is that perfect. That she could really enjoy that part of my kink. A lot of women find it creepy.
She clears her throat. “Ever since I saw Preston playing Call of Duty, I’ve had this fantasy,” she confesses, her cheeks flushing deep red. “Of being with the man in the ghost mask. But Preston said it was fucked up of me to want that and—”
"He said what?" I growl, unable to believe I just let that fucking weasel go. "He's hiding the fact he's gay and then shaming you for what you like?" I stand, my blood pumping hot with adrenaline-fueled rage. "He won't have got far. I'm going to murder him."
Ivy's soft hands land on my arm, and she shakes her head, looking into my eyes. "No, he's a piece of shit, but I don't care. All I care about is us."
Her words ease some of the anger.Us.I love hearing her say that.
"I'm going to make every one of your dirty little fantasies come true, angel. Nothing is too perverse for me. But right now, we'll sit on the sofa with a shitload of chocolate and cookies and watch a movie. How does that sound?"
She smiles temptingly. "Sounds good as long as I'm sitting on your cock."
I growl as she knows there's no way we'll be able to focus on the movie once I'm inside her, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Let the festivities begin.
IVY
“Merry Christmas, angel,” Maddox’s voice draws me from sleep.
I open my eyes and find him above me, wearing the ghost mask I’d first seen him wear through the window. The mask I told him I want him to fuck me in. And a fucking Christmas hat too. It’s kind of funny but mainly a turn-on. Especially as I’m naked beneath the sheets.
“Happy Christmas, ghost,” I say, smiling. “Are you breaking in to tie me up?”
“You wish,” he replies. “I’ve made you breakfast, but I have some fun planned.”
My heart flutters at his words. “Breakfast first, then fun. Got it,” I reply, giving him a smile.
He tilts his head to the side, his eyes flashing. “Get up and meet me in the kitchen.” He pushes off the bed and doesn’t say anything as he disappears through the bedroom door.