uldn't have come. She'd had a morning meeting at the gallery, and her shoes were killing her like damnation. But she was here now, sipping somethi
rink, Miss
-a slim brunette with a pie
not here to drown
lways drowning something
ally t
isguising themselves incognito in black tie and silk masks. Invitation-only. You we
none of th
, a phony invitation, and a body me
t voice spoke behind her, and
rned a
st her
No tie. A half-mask fashioned in matte obsidian covered the upper half of his face
him that screamed restraint. Controlled menace. A man who broke rules by existing. But i
shot back, cold in the face of the
ched her as if memorizing the color of her fles
d, tilting her head. Playing
bluntly. "No names. No
ed her so plainly-so neatly with desire.
one d
reathed, even as her body deceiv
aceful, panther-qu
robably did this every night.
hen inserted her hand into his. The shock was inst
" he said to her. "Or we can get
alle
. "I like c
"I like watching t
-
oor-to-ceiling windows, a skyline dense with li
ck, Amara felt something change. Reality blurre
ted. Her breath caught as he approached, not touching, merel
e dress," he
a re
omm
orward, slid the straps off her shoulders, and al
eath h
lored lace thong. Her nipples pushing aga
not a
king prey he didn't wish to de
e
e line of her spine. Down to the crease of
he whispered. "T
. He spun her around, kissed her like she was prope
remained
ing, taking control, before he bit h
k off. She saw tattoos on his chest-lines, symbols, maybe a name
red her, there w
weet
Black. Unyi
starving man. P
ke a woman who had not
her that didn't sound like hers. The headboard slammed. Sheets tangled.
ne," he growle
e panted, even as her hi
e whispered, biting her sho
t moment,
htning and heat, and when he followed, gaspin
ose few minute
e was
-
ke up
ht places. On the pillow beside her, coiled like a sec
no c
at it, puls
onds after a o
t racing. There was some
da
oday. But one fro
swal
she'd buried just rat
was h