Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)

by Luna Mason

“You think that is what I want from you? I’ve told you I want a woman to stand alongside me. It’s up to you if you become that.” “Oh,” she says in a breath. “Oh, indeed.”

“Money doesn’t mean power with me, Zara. Take my card, max it out if you want. Buy something from a thrift store, I don’t care. I won’t ever have you going without. You’re unemployed, remember?” I smirk at her. She shoots me a look that tells me to fuck off.

“Just make sure whatever you buy, I have access to your pussy whenever the hell I want it,” I murmur aga...

the club we’re going to, I’ll actually be able to touch you this time. And I won’t just know what you look like when you come thinking about me. I know what you look like when my cock sinks so deep inside you that you can barely contain yourself.”

“So something short, tight, and revealing?” I can sense the tease in her tone, I can’t help but growl at her words. “If you want anyone who looks at you to die, then go ahead, angel.” I pull back, my eyes searching hers.

“You think that bothers me?” she says with a menacing grin. I swear my heart almost pounds out of my chest. “Jesus, fuck.” I rub a hand over my face, letting out a breath. This woman.

I need to marry her and never let her out of my sight again.

I really hope she proves me right tonight because now I have her, I don’t think I’d ever be able to let her go. The more she lets me see, the deeper she digs her claws into me.

“You’re crazy, you know that, right?” she says between kisses. I raise an eyebrow. She’s right. I’m crazy about one thing. Her.

I mean, it’s really hot knowing this powerful man is walking around with marks I gave him.

With a swift motion, he pulls out a key and slides it across the table towards me, the sound of metal against wood filling the room, causing me to catch my breath.

“You think once was enough? You think that was you truly being mine?” I hold my breath as he leans in, feeling a surge of nervousness. “We barely even scraped the surface, angel.”

“I still want my own bedroom.” I bite down on my lip. His eyes go wide, as if he was expecting more of a debate with me. “No deal.”

“This is all mine, dolcezza. I can do as I please with you wherever and whenever I decide to. You are mine, therefore you belong in my bed.”

“I don’t want to be controlled by any man.” I narrow my eyes. “It’s different with me. I take some of your control, in return you gain the freedom you need.” He grabs my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “And what if I say no?” His perfect white teeth appear as he smiles. “Try it,” he breathes out.

“Why me?” I ask. “You want a challenge? Is it because I’m different from all those other girls?”

He shakes his head. I can sense the conflict running through his mind right now. “You’re different from them, yes. That isn’t why.”

“It’s because deep down, you and I are similar. That fire in you—I want to tame it for me, never for anyone else. You, Zara, were meant for more in life. I can give you that. You have shown me that time and time again.”

“Please don’t insult me by thinking I care that you killed that cop. One thing you need to quickly understand is that it was by far the sexiest thing you could have ever done in front of me.”

“Well, looks like I better go get a dress sexy enough to have you and every other man in there distracted tonight,” I say, pressing my hands on the table and standing.

“You like me being different. Remember that, Mr. Falcone. You wanted this.”

I’m not sure how he’s going to feel about introducing me to his friends and people at the club with all my tattoos out. Especially having one arm fully covered in ink. I don’t want to embarrass him. Men don’t always take well to seeing my skin.

As the door crashes open, I look up and see Frankie freeze in his tracks, his eyes slowly traveling up my body. I feel my cheeks heat up as he bites down on his fist. “Holy fuck,” he hisses out, and it sets my whole body on fire. “I-I’m speechless, dolcezza.” His tone is husky as he stalks toward me.

I’ve never felt more beautiful in my entire life.

“The most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“How am I going to concentrate on anything other than this perfect body?” he groans,

“Just for you, sir.” “Such a good little slut for me.”

“What are you doing?” He pulls back with a frown, looking at the black leather covering my arms. “Take it off.”

“Don’t you think this dress would look better with all my tattoos covered?”

“No, dolcezza. That ink is a reflection of you. If they don’t accept you for who you are, they don’t deserve a single fucking second of your time.”

“I never want you to hide, not from me, not from anyone. You need to realize just how special you are, angel.”

“Plus, every time I look at them, I get hard as hell thinking about tasting every single one.”

She took my breath away with her beauty tonight. The fact that every man in here has spotted her makes me murderous, but I know she is only mine.

“Your usual, sir?” Candy asks, fluttering her eyelashes at me. She completely ignores Zara standing beside me. "Only if you'd like to take my girl’s order." I raise my eyebrows at her. She quickly shifts her attention to Zara, a forced smile on her face. “Oh, of course, sorry.” Her cheeks flush.

Tonight is a statement. Firstly, that Zara is mine. Secondly, no matter how close they think they can get to me, I’ll always be the one in control.

“Can I get you anything else?” Candy purrs at me. “No, thank you,” I reply flatly and take a sip of my drink, not taking my eyes off my beautiful girl. Which gives Candy the hint she has been dismissed.

“So, do you come here often?” Zara asks, keeping her tone cool and looking anywhere but at me. "Less so recently," I respond, fighting back a smile.

I have absolutely zero interest in anyone else. In fact, even these half-naked women strolling around haven’t caught my attention. ...

“Are you worried?” Using my thumb, I tilt her chin upward. “Eyes on me, dolcezza.” “You’re mine, remember,” she says, loud enough for the girls to hear.

The intensity of her anger is evident in the way her eyes flash, prompting me to lean forward and kiss her. She tries to deny me, so I thrust my fingers in her hair and pull her flush against me

She melts against my touch, and I keep kissing her, showing her she’s right. And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever ex...

“You girls can go now. You won’t be required. Ever.” Her voice carries loud enough to be heard over the pulsing of the music.

“You’re going to enjoy the reward you’ve just earned yourself, baby.”

“Touch another woman, I will cut your dick off and make you eat it. Do I make myself clear, sir?”

Having done that to a man, very recently, I can confirm, I want to keep my manhood very much connected to my body. “You wouldn’t. You enjoy it far too much.”

“Mine will be the only dick that you will have for the rest of your life.” I

“You think anyone else could make you feel like this?”

“Do you want to come?” A tinge of panic clouds her features. I firmly push her face back towards me. “Y-yes.” Her heaving chest tinges red with a blush. “In front of all these people? Will you give in to me?” I want to test her, see how far she is truly willing to go for me, how much she trusts me. “Anywhere,” she pants.

“Come for me,” I whisper into her ear. She trembles against me with her jaw clenched. “Bite my neck, I’ll let you save those screams for when it’s just us, dolcezza.”

“Good girl.” I slide my hand out and when she looks up at me with her blush, wild eyes and a gorgeous smile, my heart almost stops.