Page 93 of Bonfire and Bliss Bookstore

Chapter 28

Monty

“You what?” Penny’s voice is high-pitched beneath my palm. I can only imagine how wet she is right now—she probably gushed the second I wrapped my hand around her mouth.

My cock is harder than it’s been in my entire life. I had no idea fulfilling Penny’s every fantasy would be such a turn-on, never imagined myself wearing a mask, either. But here I am, with a black balaclava covering my face.

“You heard me,” I say, my voice coming out in that deep robotic tone from the voice modulator I overnighted from Amazon. “I’ve been watching you. In this store. At the brewery.” With a finger, I push her auburn hair to one shoulder and taunt, “In the library.”

She shivers and I swell with want. Fuck, I wish I could taste her. But that would mean taking off this mask, and I have a dream to fulfill. She pushes her ass back against my cock and sucks in a shocked breath when she finds me rock hard.

“You taunt me with this perfect ass even when I’m asleep. Are you going to let me have it one day, Xuxuzinho? Going to let me fuck it until you squirt?”

I’ve never been like this with anyone else. It’s like when I’m around her, this feral side of me comes out. This need to please her, to give her everything she wants. And what my girl apparently wants tonight is a stalker with a dirty mouth.

She rolls her ass and whimpers against my fingers. “Please.”

My hand slides down to her throat and I tug her closer. “Please what?”

She glances over her shoulder and those copper eyes are fathomless when they finally connect with mine. They widen at the sight of my mask. Desire wars with excitement and she bites down on her lip before whimpering, “Please fuck me.”

“Hands on the glass.”

I don’t know what’s come over me—but I can’t help the thrill that shivers through me at the thought of someone seeing us. I shut off the light above the register when I walked in, so we’re blanketed in total darkness, save a tiny sliver of light from the moon that makes what we’re doing all the more exhilarating.

Penelope Darling is the woman of my dreams and I’m about to make a few of her naughtiest ones come true.

Penny doesn’t question my request, but sets her hands on the front glass, right against the bonfire design that’s painted there. At least from this position, her face is covered by the mural.

I pull on her leggings, pushing them down to her mid-thighs and exposing the white globes of her ass. I practically pant at the sight.

She wiggles her cheeks and looks over her shoulder as if to taunt me.

My hand comes down with a loud thwack and she cries out. For a moment my heart stills and I worry I took things a bit too far. I’ve never spanked a woman before. Never worn a mask, either.

“Is this okay?” I ask, the act falling away for a moment.

“Yes, please, Monty,” Penny moans, and my heart settles.

“Good girl.” I steady my hand against her hips again. “Do you know what good girls get?”

She shakes her head even as her skin turns the most beautiful shade of pink. I lean in close and murmur in her ear, “Good girls get fucked.”

“Yes.”

“Are you a good girl or a bad girl, Xuxuzinho?”

She grinds that ass again as she pants, “Good. I’ll be good.”

I chuckle as I land a slap on the other cheek. I swear I can hear her legs stick together from her arousal as she squeezes them.

“I don’t know,” I growl. “I think you’re bad. Sending your boyfriend books with stalkers who like to wear masks when they fuck. It seems as if you like it rough, that you want to be ravished like a little slut.”

Her head falls forward as she moans. “Yes.”

I smack her ass again and, with each punishment, she moans louder.

“Tell me, Xuxuzinho. Do you want to be my little slut tonight? Or my good girl?”