Page 74 of The Owner's Temptation

The first woman kneels between the other’s thighs, skillfully pleasuring her with her mouth. The seated woman's head is thrown back in sheer ecstasy, hands gripping the chair's arms desperately.

But there's more—far more.

A man lies flat on the cushioned floor, driving into the fox I recognize from below. Behind, another man presses into her ass, matching the first man's rhythm perfectly.

A sharp clench seizes my stomach, sending a rush of butterflies cascading through me. The erotic choreography is mesmerizing. Sensual, rhythmic, all four of them moving in perfect harmony, driving each other toward a shared climax.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I sense the weight of someone else’s awareness pressing upon me.

And I know who it is.

Unable to resist any longer, I glance back toward the Devil. His eyes are still locked on me, fierce and possessive. The heat of his stare warms me from within, igniting the fire I'd been craving all night.

For weeks.

Since the first night I was here.

Or perhaps, the night I met Lucian on the rooftop lounge.

I keep walking, my pacing slow and steady. He tracks me, then, unhurriedly, deliberately, he raises a finger, beckoning me with two sharp, commanding gestures.

My heart skips a beat, and I stop my path. My body turns toward him and I tip my head to the side, before taking the last sip of my wine.

A server must have been waiting nearby, because a gloved hand was there instantly, offering to take it from me.

With both hands at my side, my pulse galloping, I move toward him. Each slow step down the two stairs into the pit amplifies my anticipation.

My senses are overwhelmed—the low hum of music vibrating through my bones, the mingling scent of expensive cologne and sweat, and the sight of bodies moving passionately around me.

He rises from his throne, descending one step, then another, his strides patient yet commanding. As I approach, I realize he's taller than I'd thought, more imposing, more powerful. My breath quickens.

We meet midway, standing beside a dark wooden table. Up close, I see that his mask isn't simply black—it's deep red, layered beneath black, glimpses of crimson peeking through.

It covers his entire face, leaving only his strong jaw and sensual mouth visible. The top encases his hair, two horns curling back magnificently.

I imagine gripping those horns, pulling him down between my thighs, feeling their cool, smooth edges grazing my sensitive skin as he tastes me for the first time.

My cheeks flush hot at the thought.

Intricate tattoos trace up from his forearms, weaving across his defined chest, edging slightly up his neck, then disappearing behind him. My fingers twitch with the urge to touch him, trace every inked line, but I hold back, my breathing shallow and heated.

Suddenly, he places a firm hand on the small of my back, pulling me against him.

The unexpected contact rips a surprised gasp from my lips, and I see the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk.

His warmth surrounds me, his cologne intoxicating. I fight to keep my hands by my sides, desperate to touch him yet restraining myself.

He guides me backward until I’m pressed against the table, gripping it behind me to steady myself. He leans close, his breath ghosting over my ear.

“Tell me, little rabbit,” he murmurs, his deep voice sending a ripple of relief through me, unraveling some of the tension that had coiled tightly within, “what are you looking for?”

I try to mask my nerves, responding quietly, “I’m not looking for anything.” I congratulate myself for even remembering how to speak.

The Devil chuckles—low, deep, knowing—and then moves swiftly. He grips my thigh, effortlessly lifting me onto the table. Instinctively, one of my hands wraps around his neck, the other bracing myself behind me.

He pulls my leg to his side, his other hand gliding slowly down my hip and thigh, pulling my other leg open until I’m pressed flush against him. I feel how hard he is and, without thinking, grind against him, my mouth falling open at the sensation.

My head tips back, exposing my neck. He seizes the moment, running his nose along the sensitive skin, inhaling deeply. I bite my lip, stifling another moan.

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