Deep Inside
“And it means we’re not finished.”
Axel loomed over her, eyes heavy-lidded with hunger. “Not even close.”
Before she could think, the second was tugging her to her feet, guiding her deeper into the shadows of the balcony. A black door marked Private swung open, and she found herself in a hidden lounge, plush velvet couches, mirrored walls, and a low amber glow that made everything seem more decadent.
The air itself tasted like sin.
Her pulse raced as they closed in around her again. She wanted to speak, to tell them she couldn’t, that she shouldn’t but her body betrayed her, heat coiling low in her belly.