Scarlett’s POV
“Like what you see?”
I turned to face him. A tall, broad man with obsidian eyes that pierced deep into me. He wore a plain black mask, such a contrast to his dark suit with velvet streaks, and was making him appear even more mysterious and dangerous.
“I believe this is the first time you have seen something like this,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.
I swallowed hard. “I… I have seen it before,” I replied, though my words felt weak and uncertain.
He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear intrigued. “Where?” He was toying with me as if enjoying the game.
“Pornography,” I blurted out, immediately regretting it.
He laughed a laugh which was low and rich. A sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Cinderella…”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You look like Cinderella with that gown and your hair,” He chuckled darkly. “Are you sure this is the right place for you?”
My frustration bubbled to the surface. “Who are you to tell me where I belong? I’m an adult, and I know how to make my own choices.”
His smile was wicked. “Barely an adult…”
My breath hitched as his hand brushed my waist, sending a jolt of electricity through me. He turned my head, and my eyes were drawn to a sultry scene across the room where two figures were making out. Their bodies were moving in perfect rhythm as they kissed and they appeared as if they were an art themselves.
How could a make out session appear like art? What on earth was this place?
A fire ignited inside me. I couldn’t understand it, but the primal energy of the room was awakening something deep within me. Something that I did not know existed inside me until now.
“There is something about you,” the mysterious and dangerous man whispered, his nose grazing the nape of my neck. “Your scent... it’s... alluring. What is it?”
“I didn’t apply any scent,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as his breath caressed my skin.
He hummed, his hand now resting on the back of my neck. “Ah…” His fingers gently pressed against my skin, sending waves of warmth through me. “You shouldn’t have waltzed in here, Cinderella. This place isn’t meant for you. Something... much worse could happen.”
I turned to face him, my hand slipping into his hair, pulling him closer. “Worse?” I whispered, my voice dripping with defiance. “Bring it on.”
His lips crashed against mine in a bruising kiss while his hands moved as if they knew exactly what they wanted. My back hit the wall as his body pressed me into the darkness of the corner.
“It’s dark here,” I murmured.
“Trust me, Cinderella,” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot and heavy. “I want no one else to see you like this.”
Like what? Before I could ask, his kiss deepened, and I felt his hands slip under my gown, finding my body in ways that made my mind dizzy with need.
“I will kill anyone who sees you like this,” he growled. His hand brushed all the way from my thighs to my throbbing vagina.
I moaned softly, my mind fogged with desire and confusion. “What are you doing to me?”
“The question is,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, “What are you doing to me?”
I gasped as his hands explored further and then he paused, his eyes dark with intent.
“Which pack’s princess are you?” he asked, his voice filled with hunger and curiosity.
Princess? I wasn’t a princess. I was just a girl who had stolen a moment of freedom, a glimpse into a world I couldn’t truly understand. In a true sense, I was what he had called me earlier. A Cinderella.
“I would like to remain anonymous,” I said, my voice steady despite the fire that was burning inside me.
He chuckled softly. “Fair enough.” His hand slid up my thigh, and I shivered. “Would you like to know me?”
“No,” I replied, my voice more sure now even though the storm was brewing inside me.
He smiled darkly, his grip tightening on me. “What are you really here for, princess?”
I met his gaze, my eyes burning with defiance. “I’m here for sex. If you can’t give it to me, I will find someone else who will.”
His expression hardened as a possessive gleam ignited in his eyes. “Like hell, someone else will touch you.”
And with that, he hoisted me over his shoulder, his hand slapping my bottom lightly as he made his way toward the exit of the ballroom.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked with fear and anticipation.
“To give you what you need,” he replied, his voice a low growl.
Mysterious. Possessive. Dangerous. What a recipe for a disaster!
At that moment, I had no idea that I had contributed to a potential war between two packs that would burn my life.
