Chapter 012: Living Sacrifice.

Kira's POV

A chuckle escaped my lips as I looked left and right, around the room. This was the time to ask who he was and why he was wearing a mask in my house, but my eyes remained below his waist. The dim light made me see all of him clearly,my gaze lingered lower, drinking in every inch of his imposing frame. He was huge down there… tempting.

Jones was the last man I had fucked since my exes, and since Jones died, I had been mourning and taking over. Seeing a living sacrifice in front of me made me smirk.

My unusual craving for this naked man in front of me caused my legs to move of their own accord, closing the distance between us. As I reached him, my hands slid up to his broad shoulders, caressing them as I met his gaze. I didn't want to take his mask off just yet, what's the fun in that?

“This will do wonders for my headache,” I thought, feeling a wicked grin spread across my face.

“Get on with it, girl!” he hissed, impatience lacing his voice. I felt a surge of annoyance;