
She was supposed to be invisible.
Liora walked into the mansion with trembling heels and a borrowed mask, convinced no one would see her behind it. It was just a dare — a thrill. Watch the rich play their filthy games. Stay quiet. Stay hidden.
But he saw her.
Dante didn't need to see her face to know she was his. He felt it in the arch of her back when she breathed. In the defiance hidden in her shoulders. In the way her fingers trembled like she was begging to be broken — or claimed.
And he had the power to buy what he wanted.
Tonight, masks would fall. Bids would rise. And when the velvet hammer dropped, she'd no longer belong to herself.
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