Page 5 of Unspoken Obsession

He slides out and thrusts his cock into me again, much harder this time. My back slams against the wall as his massive cock stretches me open and makes my entire body shiver with pleasure.

We share a heated, fast, and explosive moment of passion. When it is over, we are both out of breath, trying to adjust our clothes and neaten our hair so that no one knows what we've been doing - and we are both grinning.

Just before he pulls the door open to head back out into the party, he leans down and kisses me again. My heart flutters as his lips touch mine.

"Think they'll notice we're gone?" I ask, a teasing tone slipping into my voice.

"Let them wonder," he replies, capturing my lips again with a smirk. "Let's create our own game."

With that, he takes my hand and leads me back into the party, the thrill of our secret igniting everything inside me as we step back into the world of masks and mystery.

Back at the bar, the weight of what just happened lingers between us. His hand stays on my waist, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin. I should pull away. I should leave.

But I don't want to.

"You're trouble," I murmur, glancing up at him. My body is still humming with the memory of his touch.

His lips curve into a smirk. "I thought you liked trouble."

I can't help the small laugh that escapes me. "Maybe I do."

Before long, the party is getting quieter. Most of the guests leave in groups. I know I can't stay out too late because my father will check the security footage and interrogate me.

"I've got to go," I say, looking up at him. His eyes are like a dream.

"I wish you didn't." He reaches out and touches my jaw, running his fingers over my skin. I lean into his touch.

"Goodbye," I whisper.

He studies me for a moment, and there's something unreadable in his eyes. "Will I see you again?"

I hesitate, knowing the smart answer would be no. But I've never been known for making smart decisions. "Maybe."

He watches me as I turn to leave, his gaze burning into my back. Just before I disappear into the crowd, I glance over my shoulder. His eyes are still on me, and I know—this isn't the last time we'll meet.

Tonight was only the beginning.

DANTE

Ican't stop thinking about her. Her bright green eyes, how her gold dress curved over her perfect body. Her luscious lips. The thrill of it all.

It's been weeks since the charity event at my casino.

And I've got a multitude of urgent matters to focus on - but I can't get that beautiful, mysterious little fox out of my mind.

I find my thoughts drifting off - wondering where she is.

She's out there somewhere, and it bothers me, every day, that I never got her name.

I keep reassuring myself that one day we will meet again because if she was at that event, she must be connected to someone in the city.

But even the reassurance doesn't stop the constant wonder.

I sit at my desk, staring through the massive one-way glass that overlooks the casino floor. It's always busy. There is always something happening here.

Glancing at my watch, it is still too early to head down below the casino to my underground operation -- the part of my business that I keep hidden from the rest of the world. This is the reason that they call me 'The Shadow'. Because I am so goodat keeping things in the dark where no one can find them. It is essential to go unnoticed—if I want things to run smoothly.

I do need to check on my crew. We've been having some issues.

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