Harrow positioned himself between the red-haired woman's legs. Dom took her mouth. The coordination was wordless, instinctive—two dominants who understood how to share space without competing.
Harrow entered her slowly. His cock disappearing inch by inch into her welcoming heat. His eyes never left Dom's face. Testing. Watching for reaction.
Dom kissed the red-haired woman. Deep and filthy. His hand moved to her breast. Squeezing. Pinching her nipple until she moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his tongue.
“That's good,” Harrow said, his hips starting to move. “Make her desperate for us.”
Dom pulled back from the kiss. Looked at Harrow with an expression I couldn't read from my position in the shadows. Then he leaned in.
And kissed Harrow.
The world tilted.
Dom's mouth on Harrow's. Tongue visible between their lips. Harrow's hand coming up to grip Dom's jaw. Holding him in place while they kissed with heat that looked too real, too intense to be pure performance.
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think past the image burning into my photographic memory where it would live forever in perfect, agonising detail.
This was performance. Had to be performance. Dom playing the role. Selling the illusion. Making Harrow believe he was wanted. Desired.
But it looked real. Felt real from where I stood, my hands fisting at my sides, the man behind me forgotten as jealousy took over me.
Harrow broke the kiss first. “Magnificent,” he breathed against Dom's mouth. “Absolutely magnificent. We should do this more often.”
Dom's expression was unreadable. He turned back to the red-haired woman. Kissed her instead, his hand moving between her legs to find her swollen center. Reclaiming territory. Reasserting control over the scene.
Harrow fucked her with increasing intensity. His rhythm building. The woman was making sounds—high and desperate—as two men used her for their pleasure, as Dom's fingers worked her expertly.
“Make her come,” Harrow ordered, his voice strained. “I want to feel her clench around my cock.”
Dom obliged. Worked her center with devastating skill, his fingers circling and pressing until her back arched off the floor. Within seconds she was screaming, coming hard enough that her whole body convulsed.
Harrow groaned. Thrust deep. Held there while he spilled inside her, his face showing pleasure that was raw andunguarded. For that moment, the prosecutor's mask slipped completely, revealing the man underneath.
Dom pulled back. Stood. His cock was still hard, still demanding attention he hadn't given it. His gaze swept the room and found mine.
I was still clothed, still pressed against the wall by the man who'd been touching me, still trying to process what I'd just witnessed.
Harrow pulled out of the red-haired woman with deliberate slowness. Grabbed a towel someone offered. Cleaned himself with casual efficiency, his movements unhurried, satisfied.
“That was exceptional,” he said to Dom, pulling his clothes back on piece by piece. “Truly. We should do this again. Privately. I think we could create something remarkable together.”
Dom's jaw tightened fractionally. “Maybe.”
“I'll make it worth your while.” Harrow was almost fully dressed now, putting his armor back on. “Both professionally and personally. I have resources that could benefit someone with your particular talents.”
He moved back toward his corner. Sat down. Returned to observer mode like the last twenty minutes hadn't happened, like he hadn't just fucked someone while kissing the man investigating him.
Dom's gaze stayed on me. He crossed the room with purposeful strides, his body still gleaming with sweat, his cock still hard and demanding.
The man behind me felt Dom's approach and wisely stepped back, releasing me.
Dom's hand fisted in my hair through the mask. Pulled me away from the wall with force that made my pulse spike.
“Come with me,” he said. Not a request.
He led me to a more isolated corner, away from Harrow's direct sightline but still visible to the room. His hand stayed in my hair, grip possessive and tight.
“Strip,” he commanded. Voice carrying just enough to be heard. “Everything except the mask.”
