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Prologue ~ Love in Purgatory
Prologue
The music blasted through the nightclub as the crush of bodies on the dance floor went wild. They thrashed around in a sensual frenzy, which drew the attention of Sylvia and her friend, Russian-born, Talya. Kenza was definitely the place to be.
As the music pulsed and slowed, the lights dimmed to almost dark. If it weren’t for the colored spotlights, Sylvia wouldn’t have been able to see her friend, who stood beside her.
Sylvia sighed as she rubbed her temple. She was tired and, after the long workweek, had wanted to curl up in her pajamas and read. Instead, Talya had persuaded her to go out with her and that was why she was now dressed in a short, skin-tight, dress that barely covered any of her assets.
Once dressed, Talya had dragged her to the club. She’d love a drink, but the last thing she really wanted was to cloud her judgment with alcohol. She didn’t want a pick-up, or a one-night-stand; she just wanted to dance.
Sylvia knew the owner, Ruben McKenzie, because she worked for the McKenzie brothers, mainly, Sebastian and Michael. And there was the youngest brother, who had taken her out around town for a while, but she sensed something was going on with him. At one time, she’d imagined things would get serious with Ramon, but they hadn’t. And because of that, she’d started to let their cousin, Eric De La Fuente, get under her skin.
She didn’t know why. Eric hardly had anything pleasant to say to her, he usually just glared. On the odd occasion that he opened his mouth, snide remarks would pop out. That he disliked her so much when she couldn’t get him out of her head was annoying.
“You’re doing it again,” Talya shouted into her ear.
She frowned and wondered what her friend meant. What was she doing again?
“Thinking too much.” Talya grinned, and grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her onto the dance floor. “Think while dancing.”
Sylvia could do that.
The bodies already taking up space on the tightly packed dance floor, writhed together, and the ones closest to Sylvia appeared lost in a sexual haze. Not wanting to be caught staring, she closed her eyes and let the beat pull her under.
Her arms rose into the air as she started to move like only a professionally trained dancer could. Her body shimmered with an air of mystery and the sensual pull kept her where she was, song after song. The music flowed together and she wasn’t aware of the crush of the crowd or when the song changed, all she was aware of was the beat and the way it pulsed through her veins. She lost herself in the music, lost her sense of time. Strong hands gripped her hips, snapping her back into focus. She froze. Her eyes snapped open and were captured in the angry green ones of Eric.
Although Eric was related to the owner, Kenza was not a place she’d ever expected him to be. He seemed more like a quiet bar with a beer in his hand kind of guy.
Unable to hold his gaze, Sylvia tried to step out of his grasp, but he dragged her into his body, and insinuated a leg between hers. Her dress crept up but stayed covering her ass when his large hands clamped down on her bottom.
She quickly grabbed hold of his shoulders for balance, and to keep herself upright because being so close to him had turned her legs to Jell-O.
The music had her blood flowing, but being so close to an aroused Eric caused the blood in her veins to overheat—and aroused he was. There was no mistaking the length of his cock, which throbbed against her hip as they rubbed together in a sensual movement…almost as one.
She’d never danced with anyone the way she was with Eric. His hands kept her riding his thigh, as his fingers brushed the hem of the dress and made her skin crave his touch. Her fingers twitched to reach down and grasp his hard dick. Instead, she slid her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and brought her chest flush with his.
Her nipples were hard, aching tips, which he’d feel now that she rubbed against him. She’d never been so aroused while dancing before, and Eric had her ready to orgasm.
With each movement, their groins rubbed together, and it wouldn’t surprise her if Eric could feel how wet she was through his jeans as her pussy rode him. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and something told her that sex with Eric would be like nothing she’d experienced before.
Wait! What the hell was she thinking—contemplating?
Moving her chest away from his, she tried to put much needed space between them, but then his gaze captured her eyes. She wasn’t going anywhere. It was a look she’d never seen reflected toward her before, and she wasn’t sure that she had the strength to walk away from him.
He brought her back against him, and growled into her ear, “I’ve tried keeping my hands off you.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth.
She gasped in pleasure as her arousal flooded her thong.
“I’ve been watching you since I s
potted you lost in your own world. I couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like to have you dance on my cock.”
He shouldn’t talk to her like that. Like he wanted nothing more than to find a dark corner to fuck her. It was clear that he was ready for that. Ugh—the image! She squirmed in lust and tried to close her legs, forgetting that his was between hers, and then she caught the knowing smirk on his handsome face.
“Let me take care of you.” He rubbed his chest against the twin peaks of her breasts, drawing a hiss from her lips in protest.
She couldn’t pretend that she didn’t want him since the evidence spoke for itself. She wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t realize tonight with Eric would be a one-time deal.
The sensuous feel of having a virile male body—hot and hard against her—played with her common sense because she wanted to say yes. She wanted to go some place with Eric and let him fuck her senseless. Something told her that he fucked like he went about his daily business—full speed.
Her back hit a wall. When Eric’s hands slid up her thighs as he wrapped her legs around his waist, she stopped thinking and went with the flow.
His large cock felt so good against her wet pussy that she didn’t even mind having her dress around her waist.
Reaching up, she pulled his head down to hers, and as their mouths joined, a whole lot of fireworks exploded behind her closed eyes. They snapped open in shock, and stared into his passion hazed ones.
She could feel the warmth of his jeans on her folds as the thin fabric of her thong had been pushed to the side from her grinding. All she wanted was for him to open his jeans and impale her; finish what he started.
It wouldn’t take much to send her into complete bliss. She just didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted. What she shouldn’t want, but couldn’t get out of her head.
Groaning, she searched out his tongue with hers and sucked—hard—pulling it into her mouth. He hoisted her further up the wall, and his fingers…searched, and found...and then she came back to her senses.
She wasn’t into a public sex show, which is how her dance with Eric had turned out. At least she came back to her senses before it was too late, and he was inside her.
She briefly closed her eyes at the thought of him being buried between her thighs. Because the idea of his huge cock, as it slid back and forth inside her, caused her vaginal walls to clench with hunger.
Slowly, Eric realized that she was no longer taking part, and, as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes met hers. Before his mask of anger slipped back into place, hurt flickered in the green depths.
