ISABELLA

The air in the cramped, dimly lit public bathroom smelled of industrial bleach and the heavy, musky scent of arousal.

My pulse was drumming in my ears, and my silk dress was bunched up around my waist in a messy heap of fabric.

My breasts were fully exposed, my nipples tight and aching as the cool air hit them, but I didn't care about the cold.

I only cared about the two men watching me with predatory hunger.

Harper and Balor. One was the man I was supposed to be loyal to, and the other was the man who had been tempting me for months. Now, I was caught...