Page 206 of Maddening Fixation

It didn’t matter.

Whether in public or behind closed doors, this was wrong.

He was taking ruthless advantage of the fact that I could barely stand.

Rage surged through me.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I swung my hand toward his face.

He caught my wrist before it landed.

His grip tightened.

Without missing a beat, he flashed an easy smile at the curious people beginning to glance our way, casually nodding as though reassuring them everything was perfectly normal.

Nothing to see here.

Everything’s fine.

My stomach turned.

“I’m sure you’ll be begging me for more once we get to my house,” he said smoothly.

Still holding my wrist, he tugged me toward the exit.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

Egor shoved me forward with far more force than necessary.

I stumbled, barely managing to keep my balance.

The last traces of alcohol-induced numbness evaporated, replaced by a chilling realization.

He wasn’t taking me to my home. He had never intended to. He was taking me to his.

Cold dread flooded my body.

I should never have come here.

I should have listened to the voice warning me not to trust him.

I should have known he hadn’t invited me here out of concern.

Suddenly, something changed.

The atmosphere inside the club shifted so abruptly it was almost tangible.

The music lowered.

Conversations died mid-sentence.

Laughter disappeared.

One by one, heads turned toward the entrance.

Several influential guests immediately stepped aside, some lowering their heads in unmistakable respect.

Others hurried out of the way altogether.