Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

I saved my favorites for the ghost-like masks, though. The shirtless ones had me drooling. Add in a knife and some fake blood, and that was an instant follow.

What would it be like to be in the room with him when he filmed it? To be the one he thought of while he got himself off?

all I could picture was chasing her down and fucking her when I finally caught her.

“This man is always coming onto my FYP and never on me, and that is a tragedy,” was probably my new favorite quote of all time.

They’d think I planned something far more nefarious, and I’d get sent to jail for the rest of my life for this stupid shit.

All because I wanted to fuck a pretty girl while wearing a mask.

I wanted things most people didn’t, craved darkness and depravity instead of light and love.

Was it because I could picture those muscles flexing as that big hand held both of mine over my head?

bunching with barely restrained strength as long fingers wrapped around my throat?

Probably because you’re picturing him breathing like that while wrapping his belt around your wrists to restrain you, you horny little bitch.

Damn, I had it for this man, and I’d never even met him, had no idea what he looked like beneath that mask

Kinky sex with a hot, faceless man who didn’t speak? Sign me the hell up. I’d had about enough of men’s voices lately.

Would he be freaked out if he learned how hard I lusted after him? Or into it?

My intentions? Oh, Aly. Why would I tell you what they are when your previous comments have led me to believe that fear is half the fun for you?

Sleep tight. Alyssa