Chapter 43

• Luciana's POV:
• We were still in the kitchen, the air warm with the scent of Tariq’s cooking, when the masked woman strutted in. She was a sight—barely dressed in a red thong that hugged her hips, leaving her full, round ass cheeks on display, swaying with every step. Her red bra barely held her in, her cleavage spilling out, her tits almost popping free, nipples teasing the edge of the fabric. She wore a mask with a woman’s face, eerie yet strangely seductive, hiding her expression but not her intent.
• “Morning,” I said, my voice catching a little, unsure how to handle her boldness.