"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

Elena felt she deserved an award for not breaking down after her unfortunate meeting with Sam, he’d handed her a keycard to a room and told her the time she needed to be there. She had reached for it but he dragged her hand instead making her hit her leg, he didn’t care or bothered to even show he noticed. 


“Don’t do anything stupid,” he squeezed her hands. Tears brimmed her lids but she didn’t let them fall, neither did she do anything to show the pain she was in. 


“He paid a lot of money for this and I would be damned if you ruined my business, now go on and be a good angel.” She snatched her hands back along with the keycard that had the room number on it before stepping back. She was almost at the door when he spoke again. 


“I made the angel, but I can throw you out back to the devils. That’s where you came from and you can easily go back there.” She cursed him mentally and banged the door shut after her. 


21: The Masked Angel Is Dead