Aurora's POV
The Masked Dom's jaw tightened. I saw the flash of surprise in his green eyes—he hadn't expected me to call his bluff. The blonde submissive looked back at me, her smug smile faltering for a second, but she quickly turned her attention back to him, her hands moving to the belt of his trousers.
"You heard her," he muttered. He pulled the blonde closer, but his eyes never left mine. "She wants a show. Don't disappoint our guest."
The air in the room became stifling. I watched as she leaned down to kiss his neck, her fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. My heart was thumping so hard against my ribs I was sure he could see it, but I kept my face blank. I focused on the way the light hit the tattoo on his wrist, reminding myself that this man was a killer, a monster.
"Is that all you've got?" I asked, raising a brow. I leaned my head on my hand, looking bored. "I've seen better performances in the lobby."
