Page 47 of Forbidden Obsession

He smirked. “I’ll leave that up to you. I feel like you can improvise.”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“You should finish eating. It’s going to be a long night.”

He left my side of the table and reclaimed his seat. We finished our food, and now my mind was filled with thoughts of what the masquerade ball would entail.

13

Dominic

The floor-to-ceiling windows gave me a panoramic view of the sunset. We were one hour away from Riccardo Niccolò’s masquerade ball, and I had everything I needed to make my attendance worthwhile.

“That’s a beautiful sunset.”

I turned to Penelope’s voice and experienced a surge in my heart’s tempo at the divine way she took on her transformation.

She stood confident with her chin lifted; red lipstick heightened her beauty against the fringed, sequined black body-complementing dress. A wavy burnt orange wig fell over her shoulders down to her perky nipples, and red high-heeled open-toe shoes adorned her feet. On her face a black sequin feathered masked covered her eyes and nose.

I strolled to her, carefully assessing Penelope. “Still a goddess.”

She smiled. “You like this?”

“You complement the look excellently.”

“Which means you like it.”

I chuckled. “Yes, I like it, Penelope.”

She blushed. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I gathered.” I slipped a finger down her face, and her blush deepened. Even now, when I was on the brink of an important mission, I wanted to shove my dick inside her. To resist, I kept my control intact, but it had been slowly eroding every time she was near.

“Bianca,” I beckoned.

Bianca entered the room quickly. “Yes, sir?”

“Cover her tattoo and bring her coat.”

“Yes, sir.”

Looking back at Penelope, I assessed her again. “Are you ready, Penelope?”

“Who?”

I smiled. “Good girl.”

The road was gridlocked with black luxury vehicles, and when we finally made it to the front, Penelope slipped her hand in mine.

“You will do fine. I’m certain of it.”

A small smile crossed her lips, and I kissed her forehead then added the phantom mask I’d decided to wear for the night on my face. The door opened, and I exited, turned, held my hand out, and helped her out to stand at my side. In the distance, flashes from awaiting photographers burst as they captured images of attendees.

I understood this came with the gathering of a party such as this. Still, I hated it even if they didn’t know who I was because of my mask. Moving with long strides, I led Penelope past the photographers, who were busy capturing others, entering the palace without pause.

Next to me, Penelope’s strides matched mine, and I was pleased that she understood my plight.

We approached a guard as tall as my six feet seven inches. He tapped the screen on an electronic display podium.

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