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I want to squeeze him, spread him, kiss him, and consume him. I want to lick every inch of his skin. I want to suck marks into his neck, so everyone knows he’s mine.

“Cam…” I’m about to plead with him to leave with me, to come back to my room, to let me show him what this could be.

I release his other wrist to lift my mask⁠—

And then the doors open. I’m a little stunned by the abrupt interruption, and I step back as other people trickle into the room. Cameron blinks and slides out from under my body, slipping away before I can stop him.

He turns once to look back at me, and I see the desire already locking down in his eyes. I watch his white hat move into the crowd in the next room.

My body hums with the memory of his pulse against my fingertips, the timid way his hips pressed back, his begging eyes telling me what he wants.

My cock is still hard while I walk Greek row back to my room.

My phone buzzes.

A message from Cameron.

But not to me.

To Gwen.

hey

I take a breath, forcing myself to center, slipping back into her skin like putting on a familiar costume.

Oh, Cam. Why message Gwen? Come to me.

The jealousy is immediate and vicious. I stand so fast I nearly trip over my own feet, pacing the room, my energy burning through me with nowhere to go. I want to scream at him that I’m right here. He doesn’t need her. I’m the one he wants. Of course he doesn’t know that the woman seducing him through Lure is the same man who cornered him in the dark. I open the app once I’m in my room.

I lean back against my headboard, my free hand moving to my cock, stroking myself as I type.

I’ve caught him twice now. Once with my body, pinning him to that wall. His hips pushing back against mine. His breathing ragged. And now through Gwen. A trap he walked into willingly, eagerly, without even knowing it was me.

I can reach for him anytime I want. Through Lucien, I can make his body respond, make him fight and yield and run. Through Gwen, I can open his mind, make him vulnerable and honest, desperate for connection. I can strip away his defenses over and over and over.

One day, he’ll realize the truth.

But not tonight. Tonight, I’ll let him have his fiction.

I’ll let him think Gwen is his salvation while I’m really the one saving him.

Gwen

how was your night? did you end up going to that haunted house thing?

Cameron

yeah I went. it was whatever

was it boring?

it was fine. not a big deal

But it was a big deal. I fucking pinned him against the wall, and he touched me. He wanted me. I know he did.

was it at least a little scary?

a little, i guess. some of it was pretty immersive