The scent of tobacco and leather curled through the air like temptation.
Hunter Groves sat behind his dark obsidian desk in the upper office of Devil's Den, a space more like a throne room than a workspace. Dark velvet curtains muted the afternoon light, casting the room in shadows and low amber tones. The soundproof walls kept the chaos of the club below at bay, isolating him in his own twisted kingdom.
Two days.
Two goddamn days since he saw her.
Mirabella Antonio.
His little doll.
Her curves had tattooed themselves into his memory. The sway of her hips, the unconscious pout of her lips, the way her dress hugged her like a second skin, the way her head fell back in laughter…fuck. She didn’t even know what she did to men. Didn’t know what she had done to him.
He was going to take h
