We don’t want to fuck this man, no we do not,I tell myself, but I hear my own laughter mocking me,okay maybe we do. But only in our heads.
There’s a whole list of reasons why it would be a bad idea to let him between my legs.
But even as he begins to move us to the music, our bodies grinding together, his intense blue stare never leaving mine, I’m finding it hard to remember the reasons.
“Turn, kitten,” He purrs close to my ear, not waiting for me to comply before his hands start to spin me. He doesn’t let me get far; he brings my ass back against him. His hips grind forward as his hand splays on my abdomen.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“We’re dancing, kitten.”
My breath is coming out in quick short bursts, my heart pounding so hard it feels as if it might break through my ribcage.
Bad idea! This is a bad idea.
Yet, I don’t stop him when his hand slides up my abdomen, through the valley of my breasts to my throat. His fingers wrap around my neck, while his other hand holds my abdomen, keeping me pinned to him.
“Look at you, kitten,” He rasps, “You’re not fighting me for once.”
“There’s still time,” I breathe, lashes fluttering closed as his breath whispers at my ear and goose bumps rise on my skin.
He chuckles, “Just let me have this.”
I open my mouth to say no, but my head is nodding already.
“Good girl,” He growls low, the vibration of his voice doing all sorts of crazy things to my body. I’m wet, I ache and I really, really want to be alarmed.
“Relax, my darling kitten,” He purrs softly, tempting me with that voice of his, “Dance with me.”
And so, I do, until I’m breathless and sweaty, the fine hair at my temples sticking to my skin, my dress feeling too stifling.
“I need a drink,” I tell Malakai, stepping out of his hold. It’s hesitant but he lets me go but not far as his hand links with mine and he begins to stroll through the crowd. They seem to part for him, none of the fighting like Willow and I had to do and I’m not mad about it.
I probably should be but I’m not.
At the bar he’s served immediately, and he glances to me, a silent question, “White.” I tell him.
He calls the order to the server and as he’s waiting, I turn to the crowd, searching for Willow, guilt blooming since I’d all but forgotten her while I was dancing with Malakai.
I start to drift away but Malakai tugs me back, “Where are you going?”
“I can’t find Willow.”
“Sebastian has her.” He tells me, handing me my glass of wine while he holds what I guess is two fingers of whiskey.
I don’t get a chance to ask where, when Malakai tugs me through the crowd again, but we don’t stop. We continue on until we come to the roped off section ofthe VIP area and the security guy lifts the rope without a question. I follow Malakai up a short set of black wide stairs, and I spot Willow the moment we’re at the top. She’s sitting between three massive guys. Sebastian is on her right while two men I’ve never met before sit on her left. She’s laughing at something Sebastian is telling her while the other two watch on.
“Well damn,” Bast turns to us, “I thought we were all gonna get a show with the way you two were grinding all up on each other on the dance floor. A nice change from her wanting to murder you, hey, Malakai?”
My cheeks bloom and I slide my hand out of Malakai’s, cradling my wine to my chest. I don’t miss the glare Malakai shoots at his friend who only responds with a shrug and a wink. Malakai guides me into the booth next to Sebastian, sliding in beside me.
I make sure to put space between us as I look past Sebastian to Willow who is already staring at me in concern.
“You okay?” She mouths.
I shrug because fuck if I know right now.
“This is Killian,” Malakai points to the guy closest to Willow. He’s around Malakai’s age with thick black hair and a beard. His eyes are the color of steel sat beneath dark brows. “And this is his brother, Dean.”
