Few weeks after meeting Camila, Antonio had meticulously prepared the penthouse suite for their every meeting. It wasn't just any rendezvous tonight; he craved the kind of night where nothing existed beyond the hunger and fire between him and Camilla. The space exuded opulence...sleek, modern furniture, ambient golden lighting, and floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the glittering cityscape. It was his throne, and tonight, Camilla would be his queen, if only until dawn.
Camilla entered, her stilettos clicking against the polished marble floor, a predatory confidence in every step she took. The sleek red dress she wore clung to her figure like a second skin, highlighting every curve. Antonio watched her approach the bar, his sharp eyes tracking the sway of her hips, the way the slit in her dress revealed just enough of her toned legs to stir something primal within him.
