On the dance floor, bodies moved like smoke and sin. Hands roamed freely over curves, down spines, across thighs. There were no rules here—only desire.
Tomaso leaned in, his breath brushing the sensitive curve of my neck.
“Now that you’re here, masked and divine,” he murmured, “you can do anything. But you must doeverything… with me.”
A smile curved my lips. “Of course.”
He led me deeper into the crowd, our steps purposeful. I could feel the heat of his body beside me, the way his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist like a secret touch. I was alight with it—heady, tingling, wet with anticipation.
And then I saw him.
Raul.
Even hidden behind a black velvet mask, he was unmistakable. His carved and commanding body leaned casually against a pillar, surrounded by masked women who hung on him like vines. His long, dark hair spilled past his collar, tousled and wild. But the moment he sawme, he froze.
Then he smiled.
I shivered. Clung tighter to Tomaso’s arm.
“See someone you’d fancy playing with tonight?” Tomaso asked.
“Oh, yes,” I purred. “I do.”
Raul’s gaze devoured me as he approached, each step confident and territorial.
“Raul?” Tomaso said, a flicker of amusement in his voice.
“Yes,” I said, locking eyes with Raul. “I want to share you both.”
Tomaso stepped aside, lips curling in wicked curiosity.
Raul didn’t hesitate. His hands found my waist and pulled meflush against him. His mouth crashed onto mine—no hesitation, no restraint. The kiss was messy and hungry, all tongue and teeth and fire. His fingers dug into my back, pulling me closer as if he needed toownme on the ballroom floor.
He didn’t kiss like Tomaso.
Tomaso seduced with finesse, with elegance.
Raul? Raul claimed.
My lips parted with a quiet gasp as Raul’s mouth trailed along my jaw, his breath scorching my skin. I tilted my head slightly, my gaze drifting to Tomaso.
He was watching—his eyes molten beneath his mask, fixed on how Raul touched me. His mouth was slightly open, his breath shallow. He wasn’t angry.
He washungry.
There was a glint in his eye, dark and possessive—a silentclaim.
And I?
I was caught in their orbit—gloriously, wickedly trapped between fire and fire.
His gaze dropped lower, lingering. A bold outline pressed against the fine fabric of his breeches, impossible to ignore.
Heat gathered low in my belly.
Emboldened, I melted into Raul, my fingertips grazing the broad lines of his chest as his hands traveled over my shoulders and down my spine. Each stroke made my skin come alive. I shivered under his touch, my breath catching with every movement.
Finally, we broke apart—barely.
