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“You’re being paranoid, Mei.” I twist my body so I can watch Esmeralda from the corner of my eye. She takes small sips of her cocktail, but sure enough, she’s finishing it, and that makes my lips curl.

“I’m really not,” Meilin insists. “This feels like a set up.”

I bark out a laugh. “From whom? A dead, vengeful bitch? The last two-hundred years of my existence have been a set up from her.”

Meilin sighs. “You won’t listen to me, will you?”

Another stolen glance at Esmeralda confirms she’s gotten to the bottom of her cocktail, and I smirk. “I’ve got to go, Mei. Please stay out of this.”

Whatever Meilin calls out to me after that, I don’t listen to. My focus is solely trained on the little prey on the couch who, as if feeling me approach, raises her gaze to me while I stalk toward her across the room. I reach a hand for her, and she wraps her small fingers around my palm.

“Good girl,” I purr, not missing the way her body shivers at my words. Pulling her to her feet, I set the martini glass aside before snaking around her waist to seal her to me. “Let’s collect your reward.”

I take her with me to the dance floor. The drink has given her the needed dose of courage, because she looks more at ease, looser. Dragging us both to the center of the dance floor, I clamp my hand to her lower back and move my hips against hers, guiding her to sway with me. My thigh snakes between her legs, pressing against her core as we dance. Even through the fabric of my slacks I can feel her silk-covered heat. Esmeralda drops her forehead to my shoulder with a strangled moan.

“Ah, ah,” I admonish her, then grab her chin with my free hand to force her to look at me. She’s biting on her lower lip, and I use my thumb to free it from the grip of her teeth. “No silencing those little sounds, Esmeralda. I want to hear it.”

A delicious cherry color blooms on her cheeks. “But all these people…”

With a smirk, I bring both hands to her hips and press her harder against my thigh, making her moan again. This time, she doesn’t try to hide it. “Yes, little one, they’ll know you’re getting off on this. Does the thought bother you?”

She seems to ponder it for a moment before shaking her head. “That drink was strong.”

My smile gets wider. “Dirty little girl.” Leaning down, I let my lips graze her ear. “Let them hear you. All these boring, provincial people are beneath you, Esmeralda. Show them what a goddess you are.”

We keep moving like that, on the edge of propriety as the beat changes, becoming more urgent. I keep up with the music, moving us faster. Esmeralda’s breath is short and heavy, sweat glowing across her golden face. I lower my forehead to hers and lick my lips. “Trouble, little girl?”

“You… I…” her voice dies when I push my thigh higher.

“Think you can come from a little dancing?” My hand moves from her hip to her ass, hoisting her closer to my body.

“I’ve never…”

I nip her neck, and she sucks in a loud breath.

“Not the question, little one. I asked if you can, not if you have.”

Her fingers squeeze around my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. She’s not even close to hurting me, but the prickling feeling only heightens my arousal.

“I think I… I might.”

I feel downright wolfish as I press into her harder, my hardness against her stomach, her wetness leaving a spot on my pants. Esmeralda is panting, tiny little moans escaping her lips like pleas. “Then do it.”

She shatters under my order, and the fact that I command her pleasure like this is a heady feeling. The air is thicker with the smell of her lust, that olive oil scent that turns her from a sweet treat to a whole meal. I struggle to keep my fangs at bay as she orgasms, desperate to drink down her desire for what might be my best meal in a long time. If I had a taste of her, I’m not certain I’d be able to stop.

So instead I lower my lips to hers into a searing kiss. Her hands travel from my shoulder to the back of my head, twisting in my hair and pulling me closer to her. I smile against her mouth and nip at her lower lip. She opens for me, letting my tongue sweep inside.

She pulls away from me to catch her breath. Her eyes are full of wonder as she looks up at me, inspecting my face. “What are you doing to me?”

I grin a bitter smile. “Ruining you, little one.”

chapter 9

costly affairs

esmeralda

Letting someone pleasure me in public isn’t my style. Though I guess that’s a lie after my first date with Teizel. Every time I think about last weekend, my cheeks flame. I can’t believe we did… that. Not that I was planning on it to begin with, but now I’m for sure never setting foot in the club again.

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