Lila POV
What the f**k is this dark studio?
I glanced left, then right, heart hammering against my ribs. The hallway was empty. Good. No one would know. I’d been obsessed with this restricted section for weeks. The heavy oak door that stayed locked, the rumors, the way it felt like it was waiting for me.
Tonight, it wasn’t locked.
I slipped inside, back pressed against the door until it clicked shut with barely a sound. The moment I turned around, my legs locked.
A man sat on the edge of the massive antique desk, half swallowed by shadows. Black mask. Broad shoulders. His belt was undone, pants open just enough to reveal the thick, heavy outline of his c**k straining against the fabric. Veins stood out on his powerful forearms like they could choke the life out of me.
He lifted two f
