SINISTER DESIRES

09 | Irresistible

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Middle of the night -sped up

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"Sir, Nico, Boss," Dante attempted to call out to him, but Nico remained unresponsive, completely absorbed in his thoughts.

Nico was entranced, his gaze locked onto a single figure that seemed to pull him into another world, shutting out everything around him. His eyes traveled over her, admiring her form in the alluring red dress that clung to her in all the right places. A rush of heat surged through him as his eyes traced every curve and contour.

From her delicate, fair neck to her slender waist, his gaze lingered on her form. His breath caught in his throat, his imagination running wild with the possibilities of what he could do to her, how his touch could ignite her skin. His mind ventured further, envisioning his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh Lord," he muttered under his breath, a mixture of disbelief and arousal swirling within him.

"Boss?!" Dante's voice cut through his reverie, snapping him back to reality.

Nico blinked, his attention returning to the present. He brushed Dante's hand from his shoulder, his voice curt. "What is it, Dante?"

Dante eyed him with concern. "Are you alright, Boss?"

Nico shook his head, as if to dismiss his thoughts. "I'm fine. What is it?"

Dante hesitated, unsure how to continue. "Nothing boss"

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Elena's heart raced as she stepped into the grand ballroom, a world of elegance and mystery unfolding before her. She moved gracefully among the masked attendees, her gaze curious yet vigilant. There was an air of unease that clung to the atmosphere, something that didn't sit right with her.

As her eyes scanned the room, they landed on a figure that seemed out of place, yet somehow drew her attention like a magnet. A man, tall and commanding, stood in the midst of the crowd. His aura was different from the others, exuding a mixture of intensity and aloofness.

Nico's sharp eyes locked onto Elena's figure as she entered the ballroom. Her presence was like a beacon, and for a moment, everything around him faded into the background. He watched her every move, from the way her gown swayed with her steps to the way her eyes swept across the room, assessing her surroundings.

Unconsciously, Nico's fingers tightened around the crystal glass in his hand as he observed her interaction with another man. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to be closer to her, to be a part of whatever world she occupied.

He saw her eyes meet his briefly, a fleeting moment of connection that sent a shiver down his spine. His lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as his gaze held hers, their unspoken exchange enveloping them in a private realm.

Elena tore her gaze away, forcing herself to focus on the conversation she was having with Pablo. Her senses were on high alert, her instincts screaming that something was off about the people in this room.

Pablo's voice reached her ears, but her attention was divided. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the sensation that someone was studying her every move.

As the conversation continued, Elena's eyes involuntarily flicked back to the man who had caught her gaze earlier. He was now in conversation with Pablo, his eyes never leaving her form. His intensity was unsettling, yet she found herself drawn to it.