The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 25: Watch

Aurora’s POV

​The Masked Dom’s jaw tightened. I saw the flash of surprise in his green eyes—he hadn’t expected me to call his bluff. The blonde submissive looked back at me, her smug smile faltering for a second, but she quickly turned her attention back to him, her hands moving to the belt of his trousers.

​"You heard her," he muttered. He pulled the blonde closer, but his eyes never left mine. "She wants a show. Don’t disappoint our guest."

​The air in the room became stifling. I watched as she leaned down to kiss his neck, her fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. My heart was thumping so hard against my ribs I was sure he could see it, but I kept my face blank. I focused on the way the light hit the tattoo on his wrist, reminding myself that this man was a killer, a monster.

​"Is that all you’ve got?" I asked, raising a brow. I leaned my head on my hand, looking bored. "I’ve seen better performances in the lobby."

​The blonde flinched, looking insulted, but the Dom let out a dark, angry laugh. He suddenly grabbed her waist and flipped her onto the bed, looming over her. It was a dominant, aggressive move, but he did it with his back to her, staring directly at me over his shoulder.

​"You really want a show, Aurora," he growled.

​"I’m a critic," I shot back, though my stomach was doing backflips. "And so far, I’m giving you zero stars."

​My words must have struck a nerve because the air in the room shifted from heavy to electric as his frown deepened. He didn’t say a word. He simply stood up from the bed, leaving the blonde woman behind, and walked toward me until he was a few inches away.

​With his eyes locked onto mine—dark, challenging—he reached for his waist. My breath hitched as he unbuckled his belt. He slid it off, then worked the buttons of his trousers until they pooled at his feet. He stood there in nothing but his black boxers, his muscular legs and powerful frame on full display.

​I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like sandpaper, but I refused to look away. I had told him I was a critic; I had to act like I’d seen it all before.

​But then, with his gaze still burning into mine, he stripped off his boxers.

​I gasped, the sound escaping my lips before I could choke it back. He was massive—thick, rock-hard, and mapped with veins that spoke of a deep, pulsing arousal he had been hiding well until now. My own body betrayed me instantly. A sharp, hot ache bloomed between my thighs, my vaginal walls clenching with a sudden, desperate need that made me dizzy.

​He saw the reaction. A shadow of a smirk played on his lips.

​"Still bored, Aurora?" he rasped.

​He didn’t wait for an answer. He whistled low, and the blonde submissive scrambled off the bed. She moved like she was on a leash, kneeling on the floor right in front of him. Without a second of hesitation, she took him into her mouth.

​The sight was intense. I watched the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she worked to accommodate his size, while he stood there like a titan. He wasn’t looking at her. He wasn’t even touching her. His hands stayed at his sides, and his head stayed turned toward me, his stare never wavering for a single second.

​I crossed my legs tighter, trying to hide the way I was trembling. The friction of my own thighs was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. I could see the muscles in his stomach ripple as she sucked him, heard the low, guttural vibration of a moan trapped in his throat, and yet he stayed focused on me—watching my pupils dilate, watching the way my chest rose and fell with my panicked breathing.

​The silence of the room was filled only by the wet, rhythmic sounds of the blonde woman sucking him. He didn’t just let her do it anymore; he reached down and gripped her hair, his knuckles tight as he began to fuck her mouth with a slow, brutal force. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

​He still wouldn’t look at her. His eyes remained locked on mine, watching my reaction.

​I felt myself throb, a wave of heat drenching my undies. I couldn’t stand it. The sight of him, so powerful and hard, combined with the raw sound of the act, was too much. I stood up abruptly, my legs shaking, intending to run.

​He didn’t let me.

​He pulled out of the blonde’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving her breathless on the floor. "Get out," he barked at her. The woman didn’t hesitate; she scrambled for her clothes and vanished, clicking the door shut behind her.

​I tried to move, but he caught me, pinning me against the wall. His bare, sweating chest pressed against my emerald dress. "Let go of me," I whispered, but my voice had no strength.

​He didn’t listen. He crashed his lips onto mine.

​God, the kiss was electric. I knew I should pull back, I knew I should slap him, but I shamefully kissed him back with a hunger that scared me. We moaned into each other’s mouths, our tongues clashing. My pride was gone. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his thick, heavy cock poking against my stomach. It was huge and scorching hot.

​He growled, a deep sound that vibrated through my bones, and threw me onto the bed. My heart panted against my ribs as he loomed over me. He didn’t waste time. He reached down and pulled my skirt and undies off in one swift motion.

​He leaned down, his nose grazing my inner thigh as he sniffed my arousal. He groaned, rubbing a finger over my clit. "Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Aurora," he rasped.

​Before I could breathe, he buried his face between my legs. I gasped, my head hitting the pillow as his tongue made contact. He started with slow, long licks from my opening all the way up to my clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub until I was shaking. Then he got mean with it. He began to suck me, pulling my clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue.

​"Oh god," I arched my back, my fingers digging into the silk sheets.

​He ate me out like he was starving, his fingers dipping inside me, stretching me, feeling how tight and slick I was. Every time he sucked, a jolt of electricity shot through my spine. I was shattering. I had never been touched like this—never felt this kind of raw, carnal pleasure. I was seconds away from coming, my hips bucking against his face.

​But as I reached for his hair to pull him closer, my eyes landed on his wrist.

​The tattoo. The dark ink of the killer.

​Reality hit me like a bucket of ice water. The pleasure turned to ash in an instant. What am I doing? I was letting my parents’ killer—the man who destroyed my life—pleasure me. I was moaning for the monster who made me an orphan.

​"Stop!" I screamed, the pleasure turning into ash in my mouth.

​I kicked out, pushing his shoulders with all my might. He was caught off guard, stumbling back as I scrambled off the bed. I didn’t look at him. I grabbed my clothes, ran into the bathroom, and slammed the door, locking it with a trembling hand.

​I collapsed to the tiled floor, my body still humming from the touch I hated, and burst into violent, racking sobs.

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