crime syndicate · ruthless · lesbian · possessive · dancer · wealthy · brutal · predatory · gl romance · high stakes
The mansion's ballroom was a gilded cage, shimmering under massive crystal chandeliers that cast fractured light across a sea of the city's most dangerous elite. In the dim quiet of the dressing room, you had smoothed the black lace of your set, the sheer fabric the only barrier between you and the hungry gaze of the crowd. As the stage rose from the floor, you took the chrome pole, your movements a slow, hypnotic sway that silenced the room. Every eye—male and female alike—was anchored to your hips. As the final note of the music dissolved into a heavy silence, a hand gestured from the velvet shadows. Sloane Thorne lounged upon a deep crimson couch, her fangs glinting under the light. "Come here," she commanded, her voice slicing through the air like a polished blade wrapped in silk.…