PROLOGUE
MASSIMO
SENIOR YEAR AT CENTENNIAL UNIVERSITY
MASSIMO, 22 YEARS OLD
LIANA, 19 YEARS OLD
Ihold her close, her hips swaying to the beat of the music, and admire her delicious curves as I run my fingers up the sides of her silver sequin dress that shimmers under the club’s lighting.
Sliding my hands back down to her waist, I pull her into me, moving my hips in sync with hers.
Usually, when my friends and I come to Suite 101, dancing isn’t on the table. But when I saw this beautiful little vixen on the dance floor, drawing the attention of several other men, I knew I had to have her.
It’s the end of the school year, so Suite 101 is throwing its annual masquerade party to celebrate, and with it being my last year at Centennial University, I had to come.
My friends and I were on the second floor chatting with some girls whenshecame in with a group of people. My eyes weredrawn to her like a moth to a flame, heating every inch of my body.
I had to have her.
Her short dress hung off her body but hugged her curves, and the silver mask with white feathers on the side, tied around her dark waves with blueish-gray ribbons, have her looking like an elegant fucking queen. Commanding the attention of everyone in the club.
And I didn’t like it.
As I dance with her, commanding her attention like she commanded mine, nothing else fucking matters; nothing else even exists.
Leaning back into my chest, she lifts her hand and wraps it around the back of my neck, letting her fingers get lost in my hair.
I bend down and place a soft kiss on the exposed skin in the nook of her neck. Her body melts into mine.
No words have been exchanged between the two of us. I saw her. She saw me. I extended a hand out to her—an invitation to join me on the dance floor—and she accepted.
Even with the lack of verbal communication between the two of us, there’s nothing misleading about our physical attraction. The way we move so effortlessly in sync with each other as if we’re one. The way she sinks into my touch, and the way I cling to her like I never want to let go.
Because I don’t.
There’s something so mesmerizing about this mystery woman, and I have to know more.
I spin her around in my arms, then place my finger under her chin and lift it up. Her dark gaze penetrates right through me.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say.
She wraps her arms around my neck, a sly smile takes over her face, and her pearly whites peek out from behind her heart-shaped lips. “If you think you’re going to take me home tonight, you’re sorely mistaken.” The music is loud, but not enough for me to miss her angelic voice that’s even sweeter than I imagined. And the humor that laces her tone? It has my lips tilting into their own smirk.
While I would love to take my mystery woman back to my place, I’ll settle foranywherethat gives us even an ounce more privacy than this dance floor.
I tug her closer to me, and she nearly stumbles at the abrupt movement. Lifting her chin, she smirks, then licks her lips. I trace the movement with my eyes, and without thinking about it, lick my own.
She has me fucking captivated.
Our faces are so close I can practically taste her lips on mine. The sweet smell of cherries mixed with a hint of vodka infiltrate my nostrils.
Oh, what I would give to taste those lips on mine.
“I would never take you back to my place.” I lean in so my lips graze her ear when I say, “Unless you begged me to.”
My mystery woman giggles, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
