Masked Mayhem: A Why Choose Dark Stalker Romance (Behind the Mask Duet Book 1)

by K.M. Rogness

“You’ll find that remorse is a luxury we can’t afford. You must think. Assess. Act. If you hesitate, you won’t survive long. We work as a unit, or we fail as individuals.

The moment you begin to question is the moment you become weak. In this world, weakness can lead to death. A cycle continues: rebellion against a system that demands brutality. But I know one thing for certain: the line we walk now leads us deeper into a darkness that threatens to swallow us whole.

We’re all wired differently, but there’s a simmering chemistry pulsating in the small confines of the bed that binds us together, drawing us closer with each passing second.

“Not all that glitters is gold, Little Mischief. Sometimes, yanking off the mask opens more than just a face; it reveals the heart beneath.”

In the midst of that chaos, we found a brief sanctuary, yet the darkness of our world looms just beyond the threshold. We can't forget that masks might shield us from society's judgment, but they can’t erase the shadows that loom over us—a darkness that could eclipse this short moment of warmth.

"Now kiss me, Little Mischief; I want to taste the sweet seduction that coats your tongue."

"You're such a good fucking girl."

The feeling is immediate and intoxicating, like the world’s sweetest drug coursing through my veins.

“Can you take it all?” Crow breathes, his voice laced with a mixture of challenge and desire.

"You can't let the past keep you in chains forever."

"we're not here to be another one of your scars. We want to be part of your next chapter, something fresh."

I want to let go completely, to get lost in the moment and forget the sinister messages haunting my thoughts.

"Am I a fucking cop, Whitney?" He asks, deep and dominating, directly in my ear, sliding his cock into me with a slow, deep thrust. "Yes, Cade," I mumble, tears of anger pricking my eyes. "You're a fucking cop." The words taste sour coming out of my mouth, the feeling of betrayal even more invasive than it was before—before I knew for a fact that he was a fucking cop. He holds onto the cuffs as he fucks me, making sure I can't go anywhere, and I can't bring myself to tell him to stop. "That's right, I am a fucking cop, and so is 13." He thrusts again, moving his lips to the side of my neck, biting over one of Havoc's bite marks to cover it up. "But you know how to keep a secret, right? You know how to be a good girl and keep that mouth closed unless you're sucking my dick, right?"

“Betray you? I wouldn't dream of it. But in this game, you need to understand one thing: I am the law here. You’re not just a pawn, Whitney; you’re a fucking queen. Play your cards right, and I’ll make sure no one touches you. But cross me, and you’ll see just how cruel I can fucking be.”

“Remember this feeling—lost in pleasure but tethered by fear. You need me to protect you, but you also need to know that this life we’re in? It’s dangerous.