EROS
She was wearing a black masquerade mask that covered half her face, scarlet lips curved into a smile that walked the line between sweet and dangerous.
Nothing else but a pair of black panties, heels, and an X-strap harness that framed her breasts like they were something worth displaying. Which they were.
I stayed where I was on the couch and watched her cross the room toward the pole, moving through the dim red light like she owned it.
"What are you doing in my room dressed like that?" My voice came out rougher than I meant it to.
She gripped the pole above her head, slid down slowly, parted her legs without a trace of hesitation. Eyes on mine the entire time.
"How do I look, Your Highness?" she purred.
In the library, when she'd said that, she'd been fighting to keep her voic
