Clara’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Ethan, and the silence that followed felt heavier than the music still thumping downstairs.I stayed exactly where I was—costume pooled at my ankles, breasts bare, thighs still slightly open. Cool air brushed over my skin and made my nipples harden further. I should have covered myself. Instead, I stood frozen, heart slamming against my ribs, watching the man in the doorway.My stepfather didn’t speak at first. The black half-mask still covered the upper part of his face, but I could see the hard line of his jaw and the way his throat moved when he swallowed. His eyes traveled over me in one slow, deliberate sweep—from my face down to my chest, over the curve of my waist, then lower, lingering where I was still exposed and wet. The look lasted long enough that heat crawled up my neck and settled low in my stomach. The scent of my own arousal hung in the air between us, unmistakable.When his gaze finally returned to mine, something in the air s
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