Aurora's POV
I stepped out from behind the velvet curtains, the bright red stage lights blinding me for a second. I felt exposed in the emerald silk dress, every inch of my skin tingling under the gaze of the crowd.
I scanned the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. And then, I saw him.
In the corner booth, sitting like a king on a throne of shadows, was the Masked Dom. My breath hitched. Even with the leather mask and the different clothes, I knew that presence. I knew those broad shoulders and the way he sat with such cold, terrifying authority. He was the man who had pinned me against the wall the other night. The man whose touch I still felt in my dreams.
I frowned slightly behind my lace mask, but I had to compose myself. Maybe he won't recognize me behind this blonde wig and lace mask.
