The pulsing beat creating explosive energy, the flashes of light disorienting.
But suddenly, I was in his arms, once again captured by his prowess and tight hold. As we danced, I longed to see every inch of his face, locked in a moment that might never be repeated. Soon, the music faded and there was only the two of us.
He was an incredible dancer, keeping me close while moving around the dance floor with precision and grace. For a man asformidable as he was, the joy in the dance was something I would never have expected.
The heat between us was even more explosive, the feel of his thick cock pressing between my legs keeping me breathless. Slipping my arm around his neck, I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close. While our lips weren’t touching, they didn’t need to be. He was drinking in my essence, capturing more than just my body and soul.
He was slowly taking tiny pieces of my heart.
A sudden shout and he was instantly pulled from the moment, yanking me behind him as he stared in the direction of the noise.
Suddenly, two of his men appeared, the music silencing whatever was being shared. Immediately, the expression on Alexander’s face hardened. “Take my guest back to the table.” He threw me a glance demanding obedience before disappearing into the crowd.
“What’s going on?” I asked one of the suited men, who instantly took me by the elbow. As I watched Alexander disappearing into the crowd, a strange pool of sensations washed over me.
Just as I’d felt before, it was as if I was being watched. How in the hell could I tell with everyone curious as to who the leader of the Prince Crime Syndicate was currently dating.
The sounds became more distinct. A fight had broken out.
“Miss. Come with me.” The soldier was insistent, pulling me gently but firmly toward the secured area.
Once behind the protective rope, I backed away, still searching for sight of him. The scuffle wasn’t contained to a single group of people. There were more, shouts heard over the music andlimited chaos disrupting club goers who wanted nothing to do with the fight.
“Fuck,” one of the men guarding me snarled as a hard shove by a patron toppled him over the rope. As he came crashing down to the floor, the other soldier was on the man in a flash, managing to subdue him while the other struggled to stand.
“Get him out of here!”
The guy being held wasn’t ready to go yet, throwing a punch. The burliest soldier turned toward me, giving me a harsh look. “Do not leave here.”
He didn’t bother asking me if I understood, obviously not used to anyone telling him no.
With the glass of champagne in my hand, I backed away from the rope by a few steps as the employees and huge bouncers tried to regain control. The same creepy-crawly feeling erupted, a hand suddenly slapped over my mouth, dragging me away from the protected area as if the rope meant nothing. I was pulled down a corridor while I struggled in the strong man’s hold, screaming though I knew no one would hear me.
No one was offering help, their attention completely drawn by the continuing melee in the main room. If I was taken, I’d never be found.
He was taking me to the emergency exit, undoubtedly to a set of stairs. Twisting and kicking, I finally bit his hand, bucking free. My sharp yelp faded into the noise as I lunged forward, cracking the glass across his face.
It shattered, leaving a string of crimson.
Shocked, he rubbed his face, glaring at me with utter hatred. “You fucking bitch.” The bastard grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking me backward and slamming me against the wall, knocking the breath out of me. “Your prince is a murderer and deserves to die. I came to take you home where you belong.”
“What?” In trying to focus, I couldn’t see anything but the horrible scar-faced mask he was wearing, his voice intelligently disguised. Why was I being told to stay away from him? Wait a minute. Was I the problem?
“Over my dead body.” I pushed him hard, breaking the connection, throwing the hardest punch I had in me.
Within a split second, he had his hand around my throat again, squeezing until I was close to blacking out. I scratched at his face, managing to rip off his mask. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the light dimming. Just when I thought I was going to black out, a noise captured my attention. “Help.”
He was pitched backward by a foot, reacting instantly by raising his arm, his fingers clenched into a fist.
“Get your fucking hands off her.” The deep, husky growl was immediately followed by the assailant being smashed against the opposite wall. The brutal crashing sound was jarring, but nothing near the realization that Alexander was the one saving me.
He didn’t stop there, issuing savage punch after punch, the last one tossing the man out the exit door.
“You fucking son of a bitch. You’re going to die for what you did.”
I couldn’t believe the man who’d attacked me laughed, as if any of this was funny.
Alexander’s fury knew no bounds. He beat the man senselessly, one hard punch coming right after another.
