Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Her fingers shook as she typed: "No, I'm a mystery. Keep guessing" hiding her shock behind mystery.

He's still betting it's Madhuri, that shy little housewife he's been unraveling all week. Ishaan's enjoying this game more than he expected.

"You've got me hooked, keep playing, Velvet. I'll figure you out." Her heart races, a wild drumbeat she can't quiet

"Hah! Maybe I'll let you try. But don't think you're gonna win this," a reply from ShyVelvet popped. He laughs softly, running a hand through his hair.

Ishaan replies back "Oh, I love a fight. Keep hiding, I'll trace and unmask you."

She bites her lip, a thrill zipping through her veins. The heat pooling in her belly scares her, she should stop, delete this, go back to her quiet life.

But she can't. Not yet. She replied, "Keep dreaming, stalker. I'm a ghost you'll never catch. Prepare to get haunted. Like what you do to others."

Across town, Ishaan sprawled on his bed, shirtless, the phone's glow catching the sweat on his abs. The message from ShyVelvet stopped him cold

Ishaan froze, rereading her message. "What the fuck?" he muttered. "This doesn't sound like Madhuri. Who else, if not her?" His mind spun, excitement and confusion tangling together.

"The girl next door? The girl from the library? Who could it be?"

A laugh escaped him, awed, unsteady. "Shit," he breathed, staring at the screen, his cocky edge shaken.

DevilzMask: "You're good, I'll bite you soon." He hit send, his mind racing. Someone was fucking with him, and he didn't know the board yet.

Madhuri's phone buzzed, but she didn't answer. "Haha... I'll let him squirm," she muttered, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

She locked her phone, and slid into bed. Her body hummed, alive in a way it hadn't been in years. She'd stepped into the abyss, not as prey, but as a player and felt dangerously good.