The drive continues smoothly with her constantly checking her phone and still swirling her glass of wine. I know this cause I've been throwing glances every now and then. It's been silent since we spoke about the Federico thing and I am not a talkative but there's this sudden urge to hear her speak. The sensuality in her voice when she speaks even when she doesn't try makes me comfortable, the way her tone varies depending on her attitude and still sound condescending and at same time humbling is so much appealing to me and there's the way she stares at me when she talks, that look of want, threat, mischief and wonder, all in one does thing I'm not ready to agree with in my body.

"You haven't taken a sip from your wine" I mention dryly, feigning indifference. She looks up at me and I realize I'm forgetting something. "I believe the theme for tonight's party is a masquerade ball" I pull a rectangular box from my tux and open it. In it are matching gold mask which covers half of the face when worn. She picks the one on top and inspects it like it's a strange item before she puts it on. Just like it was designed, it covered half of her face. There's a little bit of faux fur at the edges and sparkles on the material itself, it reflects in her eyes. I too pick up the second mask and put it on. Now our costume is complete.

She stops spinning the glass and takes a small dip from it. Her tongue comes out to swipe away the remnants of the liquid on her lips and she might not mean for it to be erotic but it is.

"I have low alcohol intolerance. Going to the party drunk is not a good idea is it?" She jokes with a small smile playing on her lips, a smile I return as I nod slowly in understanding.

"I'm sure you can handle yourself" I push. She snorts. Is she drunk already?.

"Not really, most of the time, I fall flat on my face." she adds before handing her glass over to me which I collected and down the liquid in it in a go. Her eyes remain on me and I wonder if she still wants a taste of it so I lean closer and slowly, giving her a chance to refuse, back away or say something but she doesn't. Instead her eyes lazily travel down my lips as her her tongue swipes her bottom lip again and I go for the dive. My lips swallow her sigh as our lips move in sync with one another. Her scent is driving me mad, I was never a lover of fruit but the nectar and spice that this latina woman is feeding my nostrils will be the absolute end of me. My hands go below her thigh and with speed and accuracy, I carry her from her seat to place her on the other sides of my legs. She moans slightly as she runs her hands into my hair, pulling at the ends when I bite her lower lips slightly. I trail her skin with my lips from her throat to her collarbone that I suck like its a given job. Unconsciously, her body begins to grind my thighs and I'm forced to hold her still by the waist. Our eyes are fully open and we stare into each other's eyes, filled with lust and passion.

"If you do that, you'll be awakening the beast in me" I rasp roughly then I nipple at her lower lip before I pull away like a little tease. She chases my lips with hers and I enjoy it, allowing our lips to meet in a chaste wet kiss before I withdraw again. "You don't want to know what my beast wants to do to you" I add before I finally capture her lips in a hot demanding kiss, battling her tongue with mine.

She pulls away to take a breath "Tell me." She demands with her eyes set on me and lips wet, pink and swollen. How could I resist? But when I lean forward to tell her all the nasty things I want to do to her body, the car jerks to halt which almost made us slam into each other. I hold her still by her waist, my teeth grinding against each other. Fucking Andrei. He did it on purpose. Davinia tries to untangle her legs from mine but I don't release my hold on her waist. She raises her left eyebrow at me and I shrug.

"This conversation is not over Anís." I draw her flush to my body before I steal her lips for another kiss and she lets me. Her lips are so small and soft, they have the right temperature and they taste so addictive but unfortunately I have to let go.

The door pulls open and the lights come flashing directly at us as I gracefully step out of the car. I face the cameras and adjust the collar of my tux before I turn to give my hand to Davinia in the car. She rests her delicate ringed right hand on mine and steps out of the car, a foot after the other. She stands tall in her red robe gown and glances at me briefly. I shot a grin before she looks away and smiles dauntingliy at the blinding lights.

Shouts and squeals come at us with full force as the paparazzi rushes over to us but were blocked by the guards positioned at the entrance. Davinia stands beside me and I wrap my hand around her waist. We stay like that for a few seconds so the paparazzi could take their shots then we strut forward on the red carpet, into the building. All the way, questions were thrown at us by the paparazzi. Questions like "Is it true you both are engaged? Were you forced to marry Mr Dimitri? Have you gotten over your late wife's demise? When is the wedding?"

I always hated them. Bunch of liars and dick heads but unfortunately for him it's prize I have to pay for the power I hold. We make our way into the building and I must say, the minister did outdid himself with the decorations and grandeur.