Chapter Three

Then, at last, at last, his lips found mine. Not kind. Not careful. But ravenous, domineering, devouring. Everything was taken away by the kiss: my thoughts, the ground beneath my feet, and my breath.

His other hand squeezed hard against my waist, locking me within him and the wall, while his gloved hand held my jaw, turning me precisely where he wanted me.

My body arched to meet his as I melted and gasped into him. The awkward way the mask squeezed between us somehow increased the heat, serving as a reminder that I didn't know his name or face, just the overwhelming fire of his mouth consuming...