Masked Night: Seduced by my Billionaire Stepbrother

By Kenzie Haven

Midnight Haze. It’s the city’s sexiest, most taboo night club, and my friend has dragged me along for an evening of good, old-fashioned hedonism. But while she’s off scratching an itch, I’m swimming in a sea of masked faces all dying for a taste.

A taste of me. A taste of each other. I am their fresh meat, their prey. And I feel helpless in the tide of their desire.

My one anchor is a stranger I know all too well. A man as forbidden as Eden’s fruit. He calls to me from behind a mask, but I know what lurks behind it: my billionaire stepbrother, Dale.

Can I resist his call, or will the hot, sweltering darkness claim us both?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smutpire Press
• Release date: Aug 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311503732

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Masked Night

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The man had the woman against the wall. She was pressed against it face-first with her hands splayed above her head. His fingers were twined with hers, and she wore a look of pure ecstasy while he fucked her from behind.

It seemed like a very intimate moment for everyone to see. His bare ass bounced as he pounded into her, pressing her against the wall like she was going to merge with it.

They were both completely naked apart from the masks covering their faces. That was the rule in the club: you could wear anything below the neck, but above there had to be some kind of a mask. Most people went for the elegant masquerade types, but some went for more of the leather and latex kind.

I went for the black lace variety. It covered my face from my forehead down to my mouth. I had to quickly find it in my lunch break, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get through the security guards. The mask passed all the rules of the club.

The man’s grunts mingled with the woman’s gasps of delight while they quickened their pace. Their bodies slapped against each other’s, but the sound couldn’t be heard over the din of the music playing. I could imagine it, though.

I shouldn’t have been watching, but it was difficult to look away. Seeing two strangers going at it was addictive and far sexier than I’d ever imagined it to be. I’d never considered myself a voyeur, but I’d never been in this bizarre situation before, either.

The woman screamed when her orgasm took her away. Her cries of, God! Oh, god, yes! rivaled the volume of