Chapter Eighteen
“The mask is by the door.” King said.
“Demon does want to play my favorite type of games.” Lover said, his lips brushing against mine. “I love to hunt, to catch my prey. Are you going to be my prey, plaything? Going to run so I can catch you?”
“Yes.” I breathed out the word, rolling my hips in a slow circle. “But if we get in trouble now…” I trailed off, letting the words hang in the air. I knew how much he wanted to hunt me but if things went further right now, we’d both end up in the best kind of trouble with Demon.
Lover growled, his hands moving to my ass to pull me tighter against him. He thrust up and I whimpered, gripping his shoulders as my eyes met his. “Lover.”
“I know.” He groaned, loosening his hold.
I climbed from his lap and Lover bit his lower lip, his
