Chapter 8
Dani
A beautiful man with hazel eyes stares at me while another man is pleasuring him—a man who is also one of the sexiest men I have ever seen. He was watching me sleep while getting his dick sucked…
His short sandy brown hair lays perfectly against his beige skin. Those hazel eyes watch me with pure seduction. And shit, was it working.
The man who was down on his knees stands. His neck is covered in dark tattoos that connect from his shoulder down to his tawny arm. His amber eyes stare through my soul and his dimples form when he curves his mouth up in a wicked smile.
“Want to join? We can make you come like you’ve never before…” The sound of his voice sends shockwaves through my body.
I jolt awake. Was that a dream? It felt so real… My heart races and my pussy is tingling. There is no way that was a dream… right? I remember it so perfectly.
I squeeze my legs shut and realize I am only wearing my bra and panties, and I don’t recognize my surroundings. The cloudy sky outside my window and the chirping birds indicate that it’s morning.
A wave of panic crashes over me as I struggle to comprehend my situation.Where on earth am I? What… what just happened?A torrent of disjointed memories floods my mind—the summoning, the shadowy woods, the three masked figures, that nightmarish creature, and then being hauled away by darkness.
I bolt upright, clutching the blood red silken covers tightly against my chest as if they might shield me from the unknown. The room is shrouded in darkness, its atmosphereheavy and oppressive. Its gothic decor heightens my sense of curiosity.
The rich, black wallpaper with strokes of red wrap the walls in a detailed pattern, and dominating the space is a magnificent bed. I stroke my hand over its grand posts, which reach toward the tall ceiling, wrapped with elegant vine motifs. Small red and black gemstones shimmer subtly, catching the faint light like scattered stars, adding a touch of opulence and intrigue.
Shadows dance along the surfaces of this room, accentuating the elegance of the furnishings. The tall ceiling amplifies the sense of grandeur, making the room feel expansive yet intimate—a perfect sanctuary for both dreams and contemplation.
I drop the sheet and examine my body. I remember cuts on my legs, which are still there but nothing terrible. My arm, though, is completely healed. Not a scratch on it.
As I step cautiously down the dark hallway, I push open the heavy door to the bathroom and flick on the light. The walls are drenched in deep, moody hues that mirror the shadows of the bedroom.
Everything feels intentionally designed to evoke a sense of desire.
Desire.
The summoning spell. Demon of desire… demon of passion… demon of care.
In the center, an elegant clawfoot tub commands attention, its glossy exterior catching the faint glimmer of minimal lighting. The porcelain shines like a beacon of relaxation, and I long to immerse myself in its warm embrace, the water swirling around me while I unwind. The aroma of spearmint and eucalyptus lingers, enhancing my desire to lose myself in a long, soothing soak.
I hear the bedroom door open, and I run out of the bathroom to grab the sheet to cover myself.
A tall man in a beautiful mask stands at the door, not moving a muscle.
I grab the sheet off the bed and wrap it around my body. “Who the fuck are you?! Why am I here?” I demand answers.
I find myself captivated by the exquisite beauty of his mask that covers from above his lips and up. He steps into the dim light. His mouth is curved up in a half smile.
Crafted from a deep, lustrous metal, it possesses a sleek and sophisticated appearance that draws me in. The surface bears intricate embossments of swirling motifs, adorned with shimmering ruby and onyx gemstones, their vibrant colors catching the light and reflecting a kaleidoscope of shades. These designs intertwine gracefully with vine patterns, reminiscent of the ornate details on his bedpost.
The mask features a prominent brow line that bestows an imposing yet noble presence, evoking a sense of otherworldliness, almost divine. His eyes, piercing through the eye openings of the mask, are a mesmerizing blue in which one could easily lose oneself.
The edges of the mask are embellished with small, menacing spikes that are similar to the tips of a spear, hinting at both protection and power.
“Do you always think so much?” His stern tone distracts me from focusing on his mask.
“What? What does that even mean? You know, I know who you are.”
“And who am I, Dani? Please, tell me.”
“The sexy— I mean, the man from the bar. From the other night.”
“Sexy, huh?” Embarrassment washes over my face. How the hell does he know that?
