Chapter Two

The room had become a spell rather than a place. Warm gold glows, dim lighting, and the subtle sound of jazz beating through hidden speakers like a heartbeat.

The unnamed guys circled her body like wolves testing the limit of control, hovering close to her like hot shadows.

With her red lace barely retaining her shape, Mara collapsed on the velvet couch. Playful, a little arrogant, the dark-haired one knelt in front of her like a man looking at a painting that was off-limits. His fingertips brushed her knees, opening them slightly.

His lips brushed her thigh as he said, "I'm curious." "Do you always appear so immoral?...