The "dogs" had picked up our scent; they could see the tension in Sasha's shoulders and the defiance in my stance. We were the only ones still holding onto our dignity, and in a place like this, that was an invitation to have it stripped away.

​I could feel the gaze of the Silver Fox and the oiled Amazon crawling over us, waiting for a crack in our armor. If I didn't take control of the narrative, the room would swallow us whole.

​I turned to Sasha, pinning her between my body and the cold steel of the locked door. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up. Her eyes were shimmering with a terrifying mix of panic and plea, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches.

​"Sasha, look at me," I commanded, my voice dropping into that low, unbreakable frequency I used on set. "Forget them. Forget the masks. Look only at me."

​"Druski, I want to go," she whispered, her lip trembling.

​"I know. But the only way out of here is through," I said, my gaze boring into hers. "I need you to do something for me. I need you to trust me completely. Follow my lead, and don't let go. Do you understand?"

​She gave a single, frantic nod.

​I didn't give her time to overthink it. I slid my hands down her back, the silk of her dress bunching under my palms until my fingers dug deep into the soft, trembling curves of her ass. I pulled her flush against me, letting her feel the hard reality of my frame—a shield against the madness.

​I crashed my lips onto hers, not with the staged passion of the kitchen, but with a raw, possessive claim. It was a kiss meant to signal to every predator in that room that she was marked, occupied, and under my protection.

​Sasha let out a muffled sob that melted into a moan as she clung to my suit jacket, her fingers knotting into the fabric. The room around us seemed to lean in, the music thumping like a giant, distorted heart. We weren't just kissing; we were building a fortress out of each other.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear, drowned out by the primal thrum of the bass. "Don't look at them, Sasha. Only me. We're going to give them exactly what they want so they stay back."

​I kept her back turned to the room, my large frame acting as a physical barrier between her and the prying eyes of the elite. My fingers found the cold metallic teeth of the zipper at the nape of her neck. Slowly, agonizingly, I pulled it down. The silk parted like a curtain, revealing the smooth, trembling expanse of her spine. I felt her shiver as the humid, heavy air of the butchery hit her bare skin.

​"Your hands, Sasha," I growled softly. "Take it off. Show them you belong to me."

​Her hands were shaking, but she followed my lead. She reached for the lapels of my charcoal suit jacket, peeling it off my shoulders and letting it drop into the shadows. Next came my tie, discarded like a useless tether, and then she began fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes were locked on mine, wide and dilated, finding a strange, desperate sanctuary in the middle of this high-society hellscape.

​As she bared my chest, her fingernails grazed my skin—a sharp, grounding sting. I finished what I started, sliding the silk dress off her shoulders. It pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace heels and the raw, vulnerable beauty of her own skin.

​The circle of masked onlookers tightened. I could hear the rhythmic clicking of tongues and the low murmurs of approval. The oiled Amazon paused, her hand hovering near her own thigh, transfixed by the sight of us. The Silver Fox leaned forward, his eyes behind the mask narrowed in predatory appreciation.

​I didn't let them get any closer. I wrapped my arms around her, my skin meeting hers in a heated collision. I pressed her naked body against the locked steel door, my hands anchoring her hips as I buried my face in her neck, marking her with every kiss.

​"That's it," I whispered against her skin, feeling her heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Stay with me. We're the only real thing in this room."

I reached down and snatched my discarded silk tie from the floor. Sasha's eyes were darting toward a group of masked men who were inching closer, their breathing audible over the low grind of the music. She was on the verge of a total breakdown, her reality fracturing under the weight of a hundred hungry stares.

​"Close your eyes, Sasha," I commanded, my voice a low, grounding rumble.

​"Druski, please—"

​"Trust me."

​I wrapped the silk tie around her head, the cool fabric covering her eyes and plunging her into a private darkness. I knotted it firmly at the back of her head, sealing her away from the nightmare. Instantly, her breathing changed; without the visual horror of the orgy, she began to focus entirely on the feel of my hands and the heat of my body.

​I turned her around and pressed her back against the cool, vibrating steel of the locked door, pinning her there with the weight of my chest. I wanted the room to see that I was her entire world—her protector and her master.

​My hands began to roam her body with a slow, deliberate possessiveness. I traced the curve of her throat, the slope of her shoulders, and the soft, trembling weight of her breasts. Every time a masked guest tried to step into our personal space, I cast a cold, lethal glare over my shoulder, my jaw set in a hard line. I was a wolf guarding its mate in a den of hyenas.

With Sasha blindfolded, every other sense she had was dialed to a breaking point. She couldn't see the depravity of the room, the masked ghouls, or the flickering red lights; she could only feel me.

​I gripped her thighs, hoisting her legs up until they locked around my waist. I didn't use any finesse. I guided myself to her entrance—already slick from the cocktail of fear and adrenaline—and drove home in one deep, unyielding surge.

​Sasha's head snapped back against the steel door with a hollow thud. A sharp, ragged gasp tore from her throat, her fingers digging into my shoulders so hard her nails drew blood.

​"Druski..." she choked out, her voice a mix of shock and absolute, grounding relief.

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