Chapter 28 A Masked Affair Ch2

• She hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Not even for a breath.
• The masked stranger with the velvet voice and filthy promises. The man who had bent her over an ancestral wall and made her come like she’d never even touched herself before. The man who whispered sin and fucked like salvation.
• She didn’t know his name. Didn’t know if he was truly an escort or merely an unrepentant rake who enjoyed masquerades and scandal. But she knew what his hands felt like around her throat. What his lips felt like tracing the shell of her ear. What it felt like to be filled and used by him.