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She looks up at me, eyes shining with arousal, making me ecstatic. I lick her lips, my tongue tracing the remains of chocolate. She shivers, hands clasping on my arms as I plunge my tongue into her mouth, diving into her sweet taste. I hum low in my throat. With sheer willpower, I force myself not to take her.
“Why are you stopping? Cameron, I need you.”
Fuck. But I know from experience once I start fucking her, all other plans will vanish.
“We’re going out. I want to show you something.”
“Like a date?”
“A special date.” I place a kiss on her lips, brushing my knuckles against her cheek. “Go change, darling.”
My phone beeps with a message. Dante, who organizes the most exclusive sex parties around the world, just sent me the code for the night.
I’m buttoning up my dress shirt when Violet comes out of the walk-in closet. She looks phenomenal in the black dress with side slits that touch her hip bones. Only strips of material cover her waist and small breasts. She looks mouthwatering.
“You take my breath away. And I wouldn’t even care as long as I can look at you.”
Her face is radiant, and it puts me on my damn knees.
Opening the safe, I pick up a jewelry box. Offering it to her, she takes it with round eyes, flicking the lid open. It’s a three-piece set: a tear-drop diamond necklace, a bracelet, and earrings.
“Cameron, this is too much.”
“Nothing is too much when it comes to you and my desire to spoil you.”
When I help her put them on, she sees the masks lying on the bed.
“A masquerade ball?”
“Something like that.” I chuckle, not wanting to spoil her surprise.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re expanding your horizons.”
I wink at her, brushing my finger against her collarbone.
I urge her out before I lose the fight with my desire, and we go nowhere. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to wrestle with my desire. I force my anticipation back as I place my hand on the small of her back, and we enter the car.
Reaching the destination, I tell the driver to wait for us.
I say the required code at the entrance, and the doors swing open.
From the outside, it seems like any old mansion in the middle of nowhere—peaceful and quaint. But the interior is something else altogether. Rich reds and deep blacks paint the walls, while velvet furnishings catch the glow of golden lights, dimmed to create the perfect sensual ambiance. Her eyes grow large at the opulence.
Violet’s full lips part at the scene. Women suspend from satin ropes from the ceiling, doing acrobatic moves, becoming the center of attention for the crowd admiring them from below. Waitresses, scantily clad in lingerie, walk around the room offering drinks.
Everyone is only interested in their own pleasure; this party is all about fantasy and complete anonymity. I used to partake in these parties, but Violet’s the first woman I brought here.
“They’re almost naked,” she whispers.
“You will be too.”
“Cameron, I’m not getting undressed in front of these people.”
The thought alone makes me livid. I tilt her chin up and I hope she can see how serious I am. “I would never allow anyone to see what’s mine. I don’t share, darling.”
Dante greets us as we move past the entrance. He’s a long-time client of the Syndicate and has created quite an empire through his global pleasure parties. And he always makes sure to greet us in person.
