Shadow Billionaire (5 page)

Sasha could
feel her panties sticking to her in the wake of her own arousal, it
was heaven, sheer heaven, when the masked man's hand finally moved
them aside. She froze, at some point he had removed his gloves, as
the fingers that slid over her nether lips were bare, warm and
inviting.

Stroking his
hand back and forth until he settled on the plump bundle of nerves
above her entrance, that ached for his touch. For a moment, he
teased her, circling it with his thumb until she cried out in
frustration. “Please! Please...”

Sasha couldn't
recall begging for anything in her life, but she was begging for
this. She needed this. When his fingers finally, touched her clit,
she shrieked in pleasure, her slender hands fisting in his dark
hair pulling him in to kiss his lips. Wanting to give as much
pleasure as she was receiving. Her mouth locked on his as he
continued to stroke, and please her. Slipping a finger inside her
entrance, rubbing on her G –spot as his thumb stroked, and flicked
her clit.

It was
over.

Her entire body
was quivering from the strength of her orgasm like a bowstring, she
gasped, in pleasure from the assault exploding in near-blinding
waves. She rode them helpless until she could finally draw a decent
breath. Embarrassed, as she realized the masked man had been
holding her upright. Her weight now balanced against the railing,
as he smiled down at her. While still recovering, he kissed her
leisurely, one hand combing through her hair, undoing her elaborate
hairstyle as the other held her easily upright.

No sooner had
she found her footing, she heard the rasp of his zipper being
undone, she realized he intended to take her here, in the middle of
her family estate, upon a balcony kissed by the chill of the summer
night air.

The prospect
sent the desire scorching through her blood. Was she to lose her
virtue by this masked stranger outside against the balcony rail?
The thought sent her mind in a spin. Where there should have been
trepidation, there was only hunger. The sight of his erection,
sizable, stiff from his own arousal seemed to glow in the
moonlight. It was magnificent the sight of him made her moan in
anticipation.

She was going
to be fucked by God knows who. She should be afraid and ashamed of
her wanton behavior, but felt none of those things. Instead, there
was a sense of liberation. Maybe her virginity was holding her
back, keeping her captive and under the rule of her parents. Maybe
by giving it up to this stranger, she would be strong enough to
stand up for what she wanted for a change.

Where was that
super cock? She just had to touch it; Sasha took the hot flesh in
her hand. Running her fingers up and down its length. He backed her
once more against the railing, raising one of her legs to level
with the gown hiked above her waist, spreading her wide to
penetrate...

“Sasha!”

All at once,
her delirium of lust was shattered by her father's insistent call.
Her skirt dropped to cover her lower half as the doors to the
balcony were flung wide, revealing the imposing form of Malcolm
Trenton along with several members of his security team. With a
speed she wouldn't have believed, the masked man had replaced her
bosom in its dress and turned to face the intruders, protecting her
modesty.

“Sasha, what
are you doing out here with this man?” Malcolm's booming voice
could probably be heard a mile away, so loud was his demand.

“Father! I
was...we were...” She groped in vain for some excuse that wouldn't
result in getting the only interesting man she'd met all night
expelled from the party.

“He's a thief!”
The older man was yelling now, pointing at the masked man beside
her. “'The Shadow Dancer', he calls himself. He's taken your
mother's diamonds! We found this in the safe!” He flashed a piece
of thick paper, which contained the image of three shadowed
figures, their bodies contorted as if in the midst of an elaborate
dance. As the paper fluttered to the ground, Sasha stared at her
almost-lover in disbelief.

“How do you
know he’s, The Shadow Dancer?” Sasha asked, disbelieving.

“All the guest
masks are recorded against the wearer’s name. His mask is the only
one that remains a mystery as to its owner. Don't move.” Jared, the
head of her father's security team, was already edging toward them,
sizable muscles bulging, expression dangerous. “We've already
called the police. They should be here in minutes.”

“Step away from
my daughter, you charlatan!” Malcolm commanded, withdrawing of all
things, his new gun. Sasha knew her father had been looking for an
opportunity to use it, the air left her lungs.

Even though his
life and freedom seemed to be on the line, the masked man – no –
The Shadow Dancer - seemed oddly calm. Slowly, he raised his hands
into the air, standing still as a statue a moment before one hand
snaked out to clamp down on Sasha's own, and twirl her into an
elegant embrace. His lips pressed against hers, brief and tender,
before he whispered a single sentence into her ear:

“This isn't
over my sweet, I’ll be back.”

With that, he
leaped over the balcony railing.

Sasha screamed
as a single shot was fired, her father, and his men rushed to her
side to gaze down three stories over the garden.

There was no
body, no blood, and no sign of the Shadow Dancer. What there was,
however, was the increasing sound of approaching sirens. They were
in for a disappointment when they find out their quarry had
escaped.

Inwardly, Sasha
breathed a sigh of relief the stranger hadn't been hurt. Any joy
she might have felt, however, turned to ashes in her mouth as she
met her father's furious gaze.

“Sasha, you
have some explaining to do.”