"A shadow in the night, sent to rob him blind, but her greatest heist was awakening his darkest desires."
Book 1 of the Nefarious Series ♠
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In the quiet of the night, at an hour when the studio was but a sanctuary of shadows and moonlight, she danced.
Alone, she moved, a siren weaving spells with her lithe form. Her silhouette glowed softly in the moonlight filtering through the windows, a living sculpture of grace and seduction. Each sway of her hips traced arcs that seemed to draw energy from the very air, each delicate motion of her hands painting invisible, intricate patterns around her.
It was the delicate way her hands traced patterns in the space around her, the flutter of her lithe fingers over the soft curves of her body, the gentle roll of her shoulders, the arch of her back...
"Beautiful," he thought, his mind ensnared by her allure despite his inability to fully behold her facial features.
He was but a silent observer cloaked in the shadows, glacier eyes unable to resist her call. Her hair- dark waterfalls that he longed to touch- danced with each twirl of her hips, moving to a rhythm that seemed to pulse from the very walls of the studio.
He watched, transfixed, as she danced, his presence a sworn secret kept by the night. The intensity of his gaze, sharp and unyielding, contrasted with the softness of her dance, a silent tension crackling in the air between them.
A blink, a shuffle of feet, a low exhale... a ripple in the stillness of her sanctuary.
With a purposeful turn, her knowing eyes found his through the glass and the corners of her lips lifted, a silent acknowledgment that sent a shiver down his spine. The music reached its crescendo, and her movements grew more pronounced, her body a conduit of liquid fire, flowing and burning with each beat.
She lowered herself to the floor, hips swaying and torso undulating in time with the music. Her arms extended above her head, fingers trailing through the air. Slowly, she descended, one knee bent, her other leg extended outward, toes pointed, and back arched in a display of vulnerability.
He watched the rise and fall of her chest with each deep, controlled breath, her fingers caressing her hips and thighs as she lowered herself further. The connection between their eyes never broke, a silent, electric thread pulling taut between them.
As her fingers lightly brushed the floor, she held his gaze, and then - she winked.
His breath caught and his heart pounded at the familiar gesture.
Could she be the thief?
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BOOK 1 OF THE NEFARIOUS SERIES.
Contains mature themes and is fairly fast paced.
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