The Venetian masquerade ball was a world of whispered secrets and forbidden desires.
Sophia had received the invitation through a friend of a friend, an ultra-exclusive event where identities were hidden and rules were optional. Her emerald gown hugged her curves and a slit up the thigh revealing smooth, toned legs.
She felt electric tonight. Divorced, successful, and tired of boring lovers, she craved anonymity. No names. No expectations. Just raw, filthy pleasure.
He noticed her immediately.
The mysterious stranger stood near the grand staircase, tall and commanding in a black tuxedo. His mask was midnight black with gold accents, covering the upper half of his face, broad shoulders, powerful build, and an aura of quiet dominance that made her thighs clench.
Their eyes locked across
