A Taste of Winter: 1 (Red Masks)

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plans. Before she
could suck in another breath he stuffed a second finger in her ass, forcing
another cry from her throat as he opened her even farther. But this time his
fingers clamped around her clit, pinching the inflamed pearl of flesh so hard
it brought her nearly to the edge.
    Her cunt clenched as she felt the orgasm course along her
nerves, her ass answering in a pleasure she would never have anticipated and
the double stimulation beyond any bliss she’d ever anticipated.
    “Let me feel you inside me,” she ordered, pushing back
against him, more than ready to take him all. “Do it now before I come without
you!”
    And he obeyed, driving the length of him deep between her
thighs as his fingers thrust again into her ass, while he continued to strum
her clit. The combination was enough to send Alaina flying over the edge as the
orgasm ripped up her stomach to tingle in her hair.
    She felt her body clench around his flesh, fisting him so
strongly he barely managed another thrust before she heard him suck in a breath
and felt his legs tremble against hers as he leapt to his own release.
    When it was over and Alaina lay spent upon the bed, he rose
and turned off the lights, returning to untie her hands and remove her mask.
    “You are more than I had dared to hope for.” His voice was as
gentle as she’d ever heard it. “Magnificent.” Then to her surprise he sat
beside her and pulled her into his lap, his hands raking her hair from her
face.
    She struggled to make out anything of his features but the
room was black and she couldn’t see a thing. Tentatively she reached out to
brush her fingers across his mouth, growing bolder when he did not stop the
gesture.
    “I wonder what you look like,” she admitted, the dark giving
her courage, “and whether I have ever seen you or passed you on the streets.”
    He remained silent and removed, forcing a sigh from Alaina’s
lips. “It doesn’t matter,” she added haughtily. “I don’t have any plans to
track you down.”
    His breath heaved out on a sigh. “To both our benefit,” he
said cryptically, crawling farther on the bed and pulling her with him,
snuggling them close as he’d never done before. “You have obeyed every rule of
the house. I admire you for that.”
    “Mmmmmmm.” Alaina wanted to ask him if he’d played by the
same rules but then decided she didn’t want to know the answer. It didn’t
matter. Not now. Not when she felt closer to him than she ever had before.
    For long moments he held her, silent and still and Alaina
had almost fallen asleep, soothed by the sound of his breath against her cheek,
until he rolled over and sat up, leaving her cold and alone.
    “Good night,” he murmured, trailing a last caress across her
cheek before he rose and headed for the shower.
    Unsettled after he left her, Alaina rose and got dressed in
haste, this time being the first to leave. As she drove herself home she felt
the very first stirrings of regret, already wanting more to the relationship
than a series of sexual encounters. Better to be the one to break it off than
wait for him to dump her, she thought miserably as she navigated the empty
streets. At least then her heart would be broken of its own accord.
    She doubted he would miss her for longer than it took him to
find another partner, one who was just as anonymous behind her mask—one who
would please him just as well.
    But her heart wasn’t buying any of her attempts at reason and
Alaina lay sleepless until well past dawn, wondering when he would send for her
again.

Chapter Five
     
    Alaina had been thrilled that Zayne had given her carte
blanche on the garden design despite the fact she had no real experience in the
field. But her instincts had been perfect. She allowed herself to gloat and she
could already tell how the flowers would look finished and in full bloom. Today
she was transplanting the old-fashioned rosebushes, pruning them into some
semblance of order along the back wall of

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