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I was just another guy pulling a reluctant girl onto the dance floor. Her protests were probably marked as cute. As coy. Doing her best to play hard to get, all while I buckled beneath sick, despicable urges.
I walked faster.
Yanked harder.
Not to get my task over and done with, but because if I didn’t keep running from the urges in my blood, I’d break.
I’d fall.
I’d become the monster prowling inside me.
Ily continued to squirm while I clung with desperate fingers to the last tatters of my sanity. Every cell commanded I claim her. To march out of this club and keep her for myself. At least she’d be away from the Master Jeweler and his sad, shattered collection.
But then, Q would hunt me—just like he’d done to every bastard who thought they could traffic, rape, and own.
And I really didn’t want to die.
Despite my previous attempt.
“I said stop!” Ily yanked with all her pathetic strength, then darted in front of me, making me crash into her.
I clenched my teeth together, fighting, fighting, fucking fighting not to tear off her top and feast on her braless breasts beneath.
A sharp lance of jealousy cut through me.
What would the Jeweler do to her?
And why did that question make snarling possession raise its ugly head?
Slamming her palm on my chest, she hissed, “Stop dragging me around like a Neanderthal and let me the hell go!”
A dark-skinned girl with sparkly eyeshadow and sweat on her upper lip looked over at us. My arm moved on its own accord, lashing around Ily’s waist and jerking her far, far too close.
We both sucked in a breath as her body moulded perfectly to mine. Her heat kissed the wildfire inside me, drenching us in proverbial gasoline, striking a condemning match and ensuring flames devoured us whole.
The longer I imprisoned her, the brighter we burned. If I never let her go, if I claimed every single piece of her, we’d be nothing more than a pile of ash and pain.
Pain.
Christ, I wanted it.
Hers, mine.
Together.
Hard and ruthless, untamed and primal.
My teeth ached as my eyes locked on her lips.
I want another taste.
She swayed backward, pressing her hips harder against my upper thighs. Her belly brushed my pounding cock, and I was seconds away from wrapping my hand in her hair and forcing her to her knees right there on the crowded dance floor.
She licked her lips.
I froze.
She froze.
