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Oh shit!

My breath hitched as my gaze traced every inch of his naked, tanned torso. From his broad shoulders, down his pecs, past his rock-hard six-pack to the V-line that disappeared into his pants.

He was ripped. There wasn't an ounce of fat, just lean, hard muscles littered with small scars that only made him more delicious to look at.

F*ck, why did danger and beauty go hand in hand?

"My eyes are up here," Lorenzo chuckled, and my stubborn gaze dragged up his body. It met his, and the infuriating amusement glinting in his eyes only made him even more damn attractive.

He knew what he was doing. He was taunting me.

"You should have given me a heads-up. You're making me uncomfortable." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest and fighting every lustful desire in my cells to take another scoop of his body.

Why did he have to tempt me like that? Especially after he said nothing was going to happen between us this night.

The sexy bastard was seducing me, and it wasn't fair. I was supposed to be the seducer, not the seduced! How dare he turn the tables?

"A punishment isn't a punishment if it is comfortable, Gwen. But I'm beginning to doubt this method; it seems it's having a different result than I anticipated." He said as he ran his fingers through his hair, and I licked my lips as my gaze flickered to his huge bicep flexing at the small movement.

"What do you mean? I'm very uncomfortable. You certainly shouldn't remain like this for a while or even take off your pants. It will be horrible for me. A true nightmare." I batted my lashes, giving him a coy smile.

Yes, I was a pervert, but who could blame me? The man was hotter than sin, and dear heaven, I wanted to run my palm over his muscles, wanting to know if they were as firm as they looked.

And it wasn't like he wouldn't have done the same if the roles were reversed. I could bet my life that he would be ogling me and have a raging boner if I were standing in front of him with my b**bs out.

"You really have no shame, do you? Many ladies would look away in embarrassment and shock, but you're eating me with your eyes." He joked and crossed his hand over his chest.

"But you don't want me to do that, do you? You don't want me to look away, shy and flustered." I grinned as I walked to him, my hips swaying with every step I took. My playful gaze stared into his amused one, and I placed my hand on his abs. "You like that I'm stripping you in my mind and imagining how you would look naked. I bet that was the reaction you were hoping for when you took off your shirt. You're enjoying it."

"Guilty as charged, and I'm shameless about it. In fact..." He grabbed my hand on his abs and moved it lower...

A small gasp escaped my lips as he wrapped my fingers around his large bulge, and my face turned red.

"As you can feel, I like it very much. And I could take off my pants if you promise to lift up your dress and give me a little peek of yours honey pot?" He smirked, brushing his free hand against my thigh exposed by my slit.

My mouth hung open, struggling to find the right words, but with his hand sneaking into my clothes and the other holding mine to his large hard-on, my brain was fried.

"I hope you're ready; we'll be leaving in thirty minutes." He said as he let go of me and trudged to the bathroom. The door shut with a soft click, and I let out a shaky breath.

Oh, shit! I trembled, falling to my bed as my cheeks burned ruby. My chest heaved at my heavy breath, and every sensitive spot on my body was on fire.

I stared at my hand, the hand that touched his hard-on, and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back my embarrassing squeal.

He let me touch him! He literally took my hand and made me touch him! And he was so big!

I pressed my lips together and kicked my legs in the air.

I swear that man was actually going to kill me, just not in the way he thought.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~

"I'll be back in a few minutes; I have a little business to take care of. I hope you won't be lonely without me.’/” Lorenzo whispered in my ear as we danced to the soft classical music.

Finally! I thought he was going to hold me hostage all night.

"I'm not a baby; I can manage on my own." I smiled as he twirled me around.

"Don't get into trouble. The others aren't as forgiving as I am. Stay where I can see you, and don't run off with anybody. Don't run off at all. This might not be Sinclair, but I will still catch you if you're fortunate. If you aren't and you're caught by another group, I can't guarantee your safety." He warned, and I rolled my eyes. Overprotective much.

"Lorenzo, I'm not stupid enough to get into trouble or move to a secluded space with anyone. And you can bet your life that I'm not thinking of running away. The plan is to escape with Clara, not by myself. I'm just going to enjoy the party and have some more food." I grinned at him.

His lips twisted to what looked like a smirk. Or was it a grimace? I wasn't sure. The mask covered half of his face, making it hard to tell which expression he had, but it did make him mysterious and undeniably sexy.

The music came to an end, and he led me off the dance floor to the sidelines as the music kicked off again.

"Be a good girl, Gwen." He said, sliding his hand off my waist, and he walked away to a small group of men waiting for him. They muttered a few words between themselves as they walked away, and I tore my eyes away from them.

Whatever they were going to discuss must have been serious because Lorenzo didn't have any problem holding me by his side all night as he mingled and talked with others till that moment.

Was I curious? Yes. Did I care? No. Mafia things didn't concern me.

A sudden loneliness crept into my bones as I scanned the ballroom. The place somehow felt larger than it was when I was with Lorenzo, and the curious stares became worse.

And it didn't help that those damn masks were making it impossible for me to know who was looking.

But f*ck them. The party was a blast. The food was chef's kiss, and the drink was surplus—even though I had only had a few glasses of champagne because alcohol wasn't my friend.

They could stare at me all they liked. I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

"Finally, I thought we were never going to have a chance to speak to you alone." A feminine voice said, and I turned around to see a set of twins.

Peony and Rose, the daughters of Benjamin Dmitri, the Don of the Ironclad and host of the party.

The mask made them even more identical, and I swear I would have thought I was seeing double if they weren't wearing different clothes. Rose was dressed in a flowing rosy pink dress and mask, and though Peony wore the same, her dress and mask were pale white.

"And I thought I was never going to be left alone. It would have been a shame not to mingle by myself." I said with a playful smile as I gauged them.

"I—"

"So you're Lorenzo's new b*tch?"