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Please be aware that this book is a MFM romance, meaning our leading lady Hydessa will not have to choose between her men, because #whychoose.
I know why you're here… It's that fantasy of being fucked hard by a couple of obsessed masked stalkers who will kill for you but won't tell you their real name… That's okay, I understand… We all hide who we are in the darkness sometimes, but be careful who might be hiding with you…
There were times when that darkness threatened to overwhelm the light.
While I know the darkness is a part of me just as much as the light is, I don’t think I can always control which one presents itself. And perhaps that's the true challenge: not to banish the darkness, but to coexist with it, to find harmony between the two and know when to let the rage loose.
But who could love someone who embraces the darkness within themselves so readily?
Someone who understands that the darkness isn’t something to be feared, but something to be embraced.
Maybe one day I will find a way to accept that part of me I try to keep buried deep, and it will bring me everything I hoped for. Maybe even more.
I love a good mystery, and murder can be a beautiful mystery sometimes.
I always thought that those were weird thoughts to have, but I still have them. We don’t condone crime, but we do believe that it can tell us a story if we only look hard enough.
And another one bites the dust… I mean, I love a good Queen song. Doesn’t everyone? But I love a good murder even more.
This town calls to the best of us. It’s pretty on the outside, but it’s rotten to the core. After all, some of the best villains wear a mask.
Truth, Dare, and their little darling.
“Don’t tell me you’re a night owl. There are far too many people around here that enjoy the darkness more than the beautiful sunshine,”
"It's all about having fun and expressing yourself. You'd be surprised at what you can do when you let go and just enjoy the process."
he speaks again, his grin more devilish now, the charm now feeling more calculated than genuine. "Maybe I might show you that series, eventually."
His charm seems effortless, yet beneath it lies an air of mystery that intrigues and unsettles me in equal measure.
"Really?” I say, a little surprised by that information. “Do you have a store where I can see some of your work? I'm renting the old Baker house and it’s partly furnished, but I may need to add my own charm at some point.," I don’t realize I’ve taken a step closer until he takes a step back. Then I notice him tapping his fingers together nervously. He obviously doesn't do well with social situations, so I make a point of also taking a step back away from him.
"There are plenty of good-looking men here, but knowing my luck, I'd end up sleeping with the killer and he would stab me before I even climax." Seanna bursts into laughter, her amusement contagious even through the phone. "Hey, you never know. You might have a knife kink and get off on being stabbed," she teases, her voice filled with mischief. “We both know our parents are deviant as fuck, maybe you inherited some of it.”
"Should we tell you to call us something cute?” red mask taunts. “Batman and Robin? Thumper and Bumper? Bonnie and Clyde?" The green-masked figure joins in, his laughter ringing out unsettlingly. "Ooooo you’re Bonnie, I’m Clyde…" The red-masked figure snorts dismissively. "We could go back to the classics with Romeo and Juliet?" The green-masked figure laughs louder. "I’d rather she be the Juliet to my Romeo…"
"I know. You can call us Cain and Abel. After all, we are the sons of sin..." His words hang heavily in the air, and I narrow my eyes, trying to decipher their meaning. "Didn't Cain kill Abel?" I ask in question, tilting my head. "Oh, I did die,” green mask says, “just not the way that the stories say... I died the day I met you."
I’m afraid no one will love me for who I really am.
up. I need to stop being distracted by masked men who fuck like demons from hell. Maybe I need an exorcism.
"What's that saying? It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for?
His grin widens as he turns fully to face me, his eyes dipping to my throat and flaring for a moment before he
answers. "It's going great," he says enthusiastically. "I've had a lot of new inspiration lately. Been experimenting with some different techniques and themes." "That sounds exciting," I comment, genuinely intrigued by his artistic passion. "I'd love to see some of your new work sometime." Chester's eyes light up at my interest, and he leans casually against the surfboard rack, his gaze lingering on me thoughtfully. "I'd be thrilled to show you, love," he says, his voice carrying a hint of flirtation as his English accent thickens. "Maybe a private showing, when you're ready." His use of the
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"Besides, I have a feeling you appreciate art in more ways than one, love."
"I... I guess we'll see," I finally manage to respond, hoisting my groceries on my hip. Chester's gaze holds mine for a moment longer, his smile lingering as if he's savoring the exchange. "Indeed we will," he says, his tone a blend of amusement and intrigue. With a nod and a casual wave, he returns to his studio.
I wanted to scrub that makeup from your pretty throat when I saw it today. Keep trying to hide our marks and see what happens, little shadow.
muscles. Seriously, who needs the gym when you can simply have a masked man chase you through a carnival ground, then fuck you so good it hurts.
“What’s that saying? The reason you fall for the villain over the hero of a story is because the hero will choose the world over their lover but the villain will burn it down for insulting his queen… We aren’t good men, don’t mistake us for good men. We would burn it all down for you.”
Which, let’s face it, they shouldn’t believe me, I almost let another killer drown me last night. But the sex was too fucking good.
But what if that pain is just the start of something beautiful? A love greater than you've ever known, a connection deeper than any other?
Darkness can lead to light, pain can lead to healing. It's all about balance, little shadow.
Fear is natural. It keeps us safe, but it also holds us back. Only you can decide if the risk is worth the reward.
I frown, frustration taking place in the front of my mind. I shove him backward again and this time he does move. “Really? Then why the fucking games, why the masks, why not tell me exactly who you were from the start, Telvin?”
name. And would you have suspected sweet, quiet Telvin of fucking that pretty pussy raw?” he asks, his voice going husky. Well fuck, now that’s a reminder of the change between boy and man if I’ve ever seen one.
I’m going to die… Here lies the corpse of Hydessa Darling… killed by cock.
Taking a seat on the bench inside the shower, he continues holding me, letting the warm water soothe my tense muscles. "Jonah," I sigh softly, and his hand threads through my hair, gently pulling my head back so he can look into my eyes again. "Say it again, little shadow," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, "let me hear my real name on your pretty lips."
“For the longest time I wanted to kill you, little shadow,” he says and I frown. I try to shift back but he doesn’t let me go. “I wanted to slaughter you, the same way your parents slaughtered our dad.” My stomach drops at his words. What the ever loving fuck is he talking about?
"But, I'm nothing special. Both of you could have anyone you want." His eyes flash with intensity, and he grips my face gently but firmly. "Don't you ever say that," he growls, his voice filled with emotion. "You're everything, little shadow. You are the missing piece of our dark souls." Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them
