Don't Get Caught: A Masked Men Novella (Masked Men series)

by Jaye Pratt

My ex broke up with me three weeks ago. Apparently, he read my diary and then demanded I tell him my deepest, darkest fantasy. It scared him enough he ran for the hills. Charles Williamson Jr. was as vanilla as they come.

I don’t hate to read, and a good dark romance gets my blood pumping, but fantasy has so much world building my head can’t retain all the information.

I just finished reading a dark romance focused around Halloween, where the pumpkins turned into ripped men.

“Run, before he catches you,” the cloaked man whispers, pointing behind me. A figure in a red glow mask steps through the door. “Don’t get caught.”

“Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.” His voice is deep and husky. What I wouldn’t give for him to force me to my knees and tell me I’m a good girl. “Pretty girls have fantasies about this shit,” I mumble under my breath, and he lets my hair go. “Is that right? Well, I’ll give you a head start, and I suggest you don’t get caught. Because men like me will take what they want.”

I don’t wait for him to count further—there is only one way to find out.

Harlen told North and me there’s a pretty new girl in town, but I needed to see for myself. He wasn’t wrong—she isn’t just pretty, though. She is beautiful.

“Oh no, please don’t!” Her words say one thing, but her tone hints at another as she pushes back into me again.

“Fuck you,” she seethes, jabbing her elbow back into my abs. “No, baby, I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I pull out of her. “I want you to run deeper into the dark, where only the dead can hear you scream.” She turns and blinks at me, and I step forward, pulling her jeans up a little. “If you want my cock again, run!”

“Next time, don’t get caught,” I growl out, “because two is better than one.”

“His wife is a bitch. She hates me because I live in sin.” “I heard that, Harlen. And she doesn’t hate you, she prays for you, there is a difference.” “No amount of prayer will keep things out of my ass. I keep telling you, a finger in the ass will change your life.”

Harlen snorts. “I’m twenty-four, not forty. And there is nothing wrong with fucking my best friends—our situation works for us. Maybe one day we will find a woman, yes, we, and then the town will have something else to gossip about.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it just happened. I made sure she consented—twice.” “Good boy, now spit on my cock and show me how well you take me.”

“I don’t like feeling jealous, Eli. You know that. I’m possessive and would have killed to watch you fuck the pretty girl into the dirt. Do you know how hard I was when I realized her story was about you? I’m pissed you trusted her enough to talk to her.”

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as I match my pace to Eli’s. Finding someone like Lily is like finding a needle in a haystack. This is going to be a wild ride.

My body is spent, and I close my eyes. I know my dreams will be filled with masks and orgasms.

“Don’t fucking tease me. If you want to suck my cock, then do it. You can see how good she tastes.”

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“Oh fuck! I feel like you’re both in my stomach. Yes!”

How dare he touch her! She belongs to us, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

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“Please, let me explain.” Eli is seated, but still spins me around to face him. “I don’t normally talk much. I fear people making fun of me. But when I spoke to you in the haunted house, the way your body reacted made me feel things I have never felt before. That’s why I chased you. We never intended to deceive you. But after you told Harlen how you liked being chased by strangers, we didn’t want to ruin it for you. And since we are telling the truth,” he says, swallowing loudly, “I like to watch you. Not like a creep while you’re asleep or anything, but when you go into town. It’s been years since I wandered into town, but I can’t stay away from you.”

“Look at how perfect for us you are, Lily. You couldn’t be more in tune with our needs.”

Harlen jokes about getting a room at the inn next to Charles’s so he can rail me into the wall as payback for how he treated me.

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“Harlen’s going to hump your leg if you bring him food.” I chuckle as we walk down the hall. “You know, I think I could be okay with that.” “Have I told you how perfect you are for us?” “I do recall being told my pussy is perfect.”

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Eli leans into Lily’s side and whispers, “Just stick your finger in his ass—it fixes the problem straight away.” Harlen laughs and throws a carrot at Eli.

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“I’m taking Eli’s cock so well, and your fingers are making me even wetter. Please fuck my ass, Harlen, I want to feel you.” “God damn, your wish is my command. North, get your fine self over here. You’re going to fuck me so hard it sets the momentum for our fuck chain.”

“Do you want to know a secret?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for my answer. “They like to watch you struggle, all tied up for us. And when I’m done, you will be covered in our cum, marked by us, and you will be stuck here forever. Do you want to be ours?” “Yes, mark me, make me yours,”

His lips tease the sensitive skin along my neck, then he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I’m gone, thrown over the edge, my pussy spasming around him as I scream a string of jumbled non-words.