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TEMPTATION. Part 2
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2025-09-07 00:10:013RD PERSON POV
The note had been slipped onto her desk as though it belonged there. No envelope, no signature—just neat, deliberate handwriting:
“I would like to continue my treatment privately. Payment made in full. Address attached.”
Vivienne stared at it for a long moment, her stomach tightening. She knew before she even saw the scrawled address whose name was behind it. Dante.
By the time she signed out of the hospital, dusk was painting the sky in slow bruises of purple and orange. She told herself it was only professional—patients had home care all the time. Yet her pulse betrayed her, quickening with every mile toward his house.
When the door swung open, he was already smiling, a predator who knew his prey had walke
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THIRD PERSON POVThe laughter at the table swelled like music, the wine loosening tongues and teasing confessions. Masks glowed in the candlelight, jeweled eyes sparkling as the women leaned closer to one another, whispering jokes and sinful remarks that would have been unthinkable in their daylight lives. For a moment, it felt almost ordinary—ten women dining in luxury, enjoying their escape.Then came the sound of glass against crystal. Clink.The masked host at the head of the table lifted his goblet, his gloved hand steady, elegant. The room silenced instantly, the air tightening as if the walls themselves held their breath. His presence was not loud, but commanding; he spoke as one who needed no effort to be obeyed.“Ladies of Velaria,” he began, his voice smooth, low, carrying an edge of danger that thrilled as much as it unsettled. “Tonight marks your first step into freedom. Freedom not given to you by men, not bound by society, not limited by guilt. Tonight, you eat from the
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