SHE WAS HERE

DION

I hated parties. 

They all smelled the same…expensive perfume, old money, fake smiles and people pretending they belonged.

The Black family masked ball happens every year, but I can't remember the last time I attended. I had been out of the city for over six months, building something that actually mattered, when I saw my father's short message.

*Just smile once and leave.* And that was what I actually planned on doing 

I stepped through the entrance in a plain black mask that covered the upper half of my face, dark suit tailored to my body, already counting the minutes until I could leave.

Then the air changed.

It hit me the second the doors closed behind me. The same pull I had carried for four years.

I had found her once before, when she was only five, a lost little girl with tears on her cheeks. I carried her home and left. That was all it was.

The real pull started the night I saw her again at eighteen. That was the night everything changed. From that moment I had watched her from a distance, waited, and counted the days until I could finally claim what had become mine.

She was here.

I wasn't expecting her to be here, but my body knew before I even set my eyes on her. My cock twitched against the fabric of my pants as I scanned the crowded ballroom, ignoring every polite nod, until I found her.

Mia.

She stood near the center of the floor in a black dress that hugged her soft curves. Pale skin, silver mask. She held herself carefully, like she was trying to take up less space. 

And beside her was Lucas. My cousin. The golden boy who smiled for the cameras and fucked men in secret while the family pretended not to know.

From the way Mia was standing, I could tell they were dating.

That sly bastard.

I already knew what he was doing with her. Making her play the quiet, pretty wife while he kept his real life locked behind closed doors.

I moved closer, staying in the shadows of the pillars, and watched.

Lucas was focused on his phone, paying less attention to her. I saw the hopeful eyes she wore as Mia tilted her face up, lips parting. Her hand reached for his lapel, trying to initiate a kiss.

He turned his head the moment he noticed what she was about to do. Her mouth brushed his cheek instead. He murmured something I couldn’t hear, but I saw the way her shoulders dropped and the small embarrassed smile she forced for the people watching.

Something dark and possessive snapped inside my chest.

I moved on instinct. People parted without knowing why until I stopped right in front of them. 

Lucas looked up, irritation already on his face. Mia’s eyes found mine through the mask. 

I ignored Lucas, then looked at Mia. 

“You wanted to kiss him?” I took her face in both hands. “Since he is refusing you, let me kiss you instead.” 

Her eyes went wide with shock. I didn't even let her think before I tilted her head back and kissed her.

It was hard, raw and filthy.

My mouth crashed onto hers. I pushed my tongue past her lips the second she gasped, tasting the soft heat of her. Her hands flew to my chest, pulling me closer. I used the opportunity to deepen the kiss and pressed my body against hers so she could feel exactly how hard I was.

The ballroom went quiet around us.

I broke the kiss only when I noticed she was out of breath. Lucas’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and angry. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I ignored him, took Mia’s wrist and turned.

Lucas grabbed my arm. “Take your hands off her. Do you know who I am? This is a Black family event, you don’t just walk in here and…”

I gave him a cold and flat look through the mask. Whatever he saw in my eyes made him hesitate for half a second.

That was all I needed. 

“Let's go,” I said calmly as I tightened my grip on Mia’s wrist.

She stumbled after me at first, before she matched my pace.

Lucas came after us, voice rising. “She’s my fiancée! You can’t just drag her out of here! Mia, come back here!”

She flinched but didn't look back.

Brilliant. 

Outside, my car was already at the curb. 

Rook stood by the rear door in a black, neat suit. His expression, unreadable as always. He had been driving me since I was fifteen—twenty-two years of quiet loyalty, knowing when to speak and when to shut the fuck up. 

He glanced once at Mia, then at the shouting still coming from the entrance, as he held the rare door open.

I guided Mia in first, then followed. Rook gave a short nod and closed the door behind us. As he settled in the driver's seat, he looked at me from the rear-view mirror.

“Twenty minutes if you want the long way.” He said in a low voice. 

“Long way,” I said as I pressed the partition button. It rose with a soft click.

The second we were moving, I reached for her.

“Come here.”

I gripped her waist and lifted her straight onto my lap so she straddled me. Her black dress rode up, showing her bare thighs and bare cunt. 

No panties. Just hot,slick skin already wetting the front of my pants.

She blinked at me, still catching her breath. “Wait, this is crazy. I don’t even know you. Who are you? Why did you do that?”

“Shh.” 

I slid my hand between her legs and found her clit immediately. Soft, swollen, already soaked. I rubbed her in slow, firm circles.

A broken sound left her throat.

“You’re dripping,” I said slowly. “Are you always this wet when he rejects you?"

Her cheeks burned under the mask. 

“I shouldn’t… Please tell the driver to stop.”

She gripped my shoulder tightly as I rubbed her clit again.

“Ahhh.” She moaned softly. “The… Lucas family is powerful, they will come for you.” Her voice was very low now.

“They won’t.” I pushed two fingers inside her, slow and deep. She was tight and hot. She clenched around me hard. 

“Oh god… that feels…” She tilted her head backwards.

“Good?” I curled my fingers and rubbed harder. 

“Yes,” she whispered, ashamed and desperate at the same time. “So good. No one’s… Mmnnn.” 

She moaned again. “…touched me like this before.”

I kissed her hard, shutting off her words as I fucked her with my fingers right there on my lap, thumb circling her clit.

“You’re going to come on my fingers before we get home,” I said against her mouth. “Then you’re going to come on my cock. Understand?”

She nodded between moans. “But I don’t even know what to call you.”

“Dion,” I said calmly as I kissed her neck. “Say it while you soak my hand.”

“Dion….” Her voice cracked as she clenched hard. “Oh god, Dion…”

She came with a broken moan, pulsing tight around my fingers. Her wetness flooded my palm as I finger fucked her through every tremor until she was shaking and gasping against my neck.

I left my fingers in there a little longer, her pussy clenching my fingers faintly. I slowly removed my hands, making sure my fingers dragged her walls gently. 

She gaped softly. 

I raised her head and made sure she watched me as I licked my fingers clean. 

“Delicious,” I muttered.

She looked at me with surprise, lips parted slightly. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper.

“We’re here.”

Rook's voice came through the intercom.

I fixed her dress and set her on the seat beside me before Rook opened the door. I didn't miss the way she looked at me like she couldn’t decide whether to run or beg for more.

I carried her bridal style as I walked into the private elevator that went straight to the top floor, where I lived.

The moment I stepped inside, I backed her against the floor-to-ceiling window and leaned in until my mouth brushed the edge of her mask, close to her ear.

“I have been waiting a very long time for this.”