Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

Her dress hugged her body like a glove. Strapless, accentuating her breasts, it had scattered silver beading along the trim, as well as matching appliques scattered perfectly on the dress. Her mask was done up in silver and wine, and covered most of her face. But he could still make out her features. She was stunning under that mask. Absolutely stunning.

He felt a twinge of guilt. He had never reacted to any woman like he had to Mariah, yet here he was, mesmerized but some other woman.

He watched in admiration as she turned, a man approaching her immediately. How could she be there alone? Who was she? What was she into that she’d come to a party like this offering every delicacy a man or woman wanted in the bedroom. He felt his chest tighten, and something so carnal and animalistic came over him.

“She is special,” he whispered into the mic and the others agreed. He stood there watching her, as his team made comments, and L.T. told them to focus. But one look across the room, near the large, thick Roman-style column, and Deacon could see L.T. He was in a dead stare at the woman in red. He wasn’t resistant to her obvious beauty.

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“This dress is stunning. I know that we are not supposed to exchange names, however, I must know what lovely creature hides behind this mask,” the man in the black and white tuxedo asked. She was trying to be polite, however, there were three other men she had seen so far, dressed all in black who pulled her interest. The night was young, and neither man had approached, just this one.

“Ahh, now that would be breaking the rules. I wouldn’t want to get thrown out of here.”

“I’d leave with you. We can be alone, and get down to why we’re both really here.”

She was completely shocked by his words. “I don’t even know you,” she said. The first words that came to her mind left her lips. Now he’d know that she’s a newbie.

His arm snagged around her waist tighter, and he pressed his mouth to her ear.

“A virgin to the fantasy world. Welcome, sweet woman, and allow me to introduce you to some people who can make this night the most memorable ever.” He pulled her along with him, and she tried to plant her feet into the ground. He was strong and persistent, and he headed right toward a private gathering of men. All men.

They all looked up at her, and then at the man who’d brought her here.

“Meet the lady in red. She loves to dance, and is very interested in learning about all there is to offer this evening. Knowing how each of you enjoy a newbie, I thought you may assist me in showing her the way to her fantasies.”

“Uhm, that’s quite okay. I think they’re busy, and I have friends I need to catch up with.” She felt panicked as they all looked her body over like a bunch of savages. Suddenly an arm snaked around her center, and a strong familiar voice echoed above her head. Way above her head.

“There you are. Playing the game already? Come with me. There is a spanking in order for flirting with these men. You belong to me,” the man all in black stated. Her heart raced, his words, his tone aroused her senses and activated her pussy. She was a moron for being here.

“Wait, she is with you?” the guy who’d started dancing with her asked. She wasn’t sure whom this man in black was, but he sure did save her from God knows what. She’d use him and then ditch him.

“She is. Isn’t that right?” he asked her.

She bowed her head, and then pressed her hands down the sides of her ribs to her waist, as she gave him a coy expression. “Yes, sir, I am yours.”

His eyes locked on to hers, and something strangely familiar hit her. But behind the mask, the eyes were black as if to enhance the effects of the disguise. She couldn’t tell.

“Come with me. Now,” he stated firmly, then took her hand and led her from the men.

As soon as they were on the dance floor again, he pressed his body up against hers, wrapped an arm around her waist, and held her close.

“Little girls with misguided fantasies should not be so eager to attend such an event like this one,” he stated in some fancy, fake accent. She was immediately insulted by his tone and she tried to pull away. He wouldn’t allow it.

“Don’t be so quick to leave me. Those men are staring at us, and believe you to be a willing partner in a gang banging orgy of sorts.”

“What? No way,” she exclaimed, and when she did, he suddenly stopped dancing. He froze where he was. He stared down at her, then at her breasts pushed together and tight in the bodice. He appeared angry but then he gave a small smile.

“The night is young, and you are quite beautiful. I am certain you could dance the night away if you wanted to.”

“That’s not exactly why I am here.”

“Why are you here?”

“To meet someone. Same as you.”

“Ahh, who said that I am here to meet someone?”

“Isn’t that why people come here? To meet other people?”