"Not happening sweetheart," He held her gaze this time, "you can keep your mask on but I want to see your eyes dilate and roll to the back of your head when you cum, and your lips, I want to see the shape they make when you scream my name." 


For Elena, having two identities was already hard enough but sleeping with her boss and keeping it to herself, it sounded so simple but nothing is as easy as it seems.

The perfect piece to complete her disastrous life puzzle sets in place when she receives a positive result on a test she should never have taken.

The devil always catches up with the angels, She is living proof of that because now she has to deal with a third identity she thought she had gotten rid of for good.

His Masked Angel

"Here, let me help." She didn't notice when he got up and stood behind her but now that she's heard his voice, her body was aware of every inch of him, his body heart radiated off in waves that she felt it around her, wrapping her in an embrace though he wasn't even touching her yet. 


The gown loosened on her body and she felt a wisp of air against her back, she let out in involuntary shiver at that. 


The dress didn't allow her to wear a bra and she guess he noticed if his shape intake of breath indicated anything. Taking on the job himself, he dragged the straps the rest of the way down, it was an off shoulder so it was easier. 


With every trail of his finger, her skin got hotter until she thought she would catch on fire. She didn't think he noticed, maybe he did, he probably did because her breath was a ragged mess. 


The dress pooled at her feet and shiver ran down her spine, her exposed nipples hardened thanks to the chilly night air and the air conditioned space. 


11: Slow Burn