A wide smile plastered itself on Elliot's lips, a blend of amusement and something more primal flickering in his eyes. His amusement was mirrored by a stirring excitement that settled in the third member between his legs. His gaze lingered, tracing every delicate movement of the maid as she approached, her graceful steps almost mesmerizing.

As she poured a glass of rich, dark wine into his goblet, Elliot's eyes followed her every gesture—every tilt of the wrist, every shift of her hips. The deep red liquid swirled in the glass, but his attention was far from the drink. When she moved to fill Ivan’s glass, Elliot’s gaze remained locked on...