y
eyes as dark desire unfolds throughout my body. I
surrender briefly to the sensation, my muscles clenching
deep inside me. Oh my.
When I open my eyes again, Christian is regarding me
When I open my eyes again, Christian is regarding me
closely, a dark prince. It must be the dinner jacket and
bow tie, but he looks older, sophisticated, a devastatingly
handsome roué with licentious intent.
He simply takes my breath away. I’m in his sexual
thrall, and if I’m to believe him, he’s in mine. The thought
brings a smile to my face, and his answering grin is
blinding.
“So what can we expect at this event?”
“Oh, the usual stuff,” Christian says breezily.
“Not usual for me,” I remind him.
Christian smiles fondly and kisses my hand again. “Lots
of people flashing their cash. Auction, raffle, dinner,
dancing—my mother knows how to throw a party.” He
smiles and for the first time all day, I allow myself to feel a
little excited about this party.
There is a line of expensive cars heading up the
driveway of the Grey mansion. Long, pale pink paper
lanterns hang over the drive, and as we inch closer in the
Audi, I can see they are everywhere. In the early evening
Audi, I can see they are everywhere. In the early evening
light, they look magical, as if we’re entering an enchanted
kingdom. I glance at Christian. How suitable for my prince
—and my childish excitement blooms, eclipsing all other
feelings.
“Masks on,” Christian grins, and as he dons his simple
black mask, my prince becomes something darker, more
sensual.
All I can see of his face is his beautiful chiseled mouth
and strong jaw.
Holy fuck . . . My heartbeat lurches at the sight of him.
I fasten my mask and grin at him, ignoring the hunger deep
in my body.
Taylor pulls into the driveway, and a valet opens
Christian’s door. Sawyer leaps out to open mine.
“Ready?” Christian asks.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“You look beautiful, Anastasia.” He kisses my hand
and exits the car.
A dark green carpet runs along the lawn to one side of
the
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