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Just the tip, dragged from my clavicles all the way to my chin. Just that one lick and it’s already enough to make me yield.
What the fuck?
He pulls me back up again, holding me close to his body as we softly sway to the music, his hand interlocked with mine, and I don’t know if I could let go if I wanted to.
His face is right beside mine, and I can feel his body against me—thick thighs, hard abs, trained but lean, built for the kill.
His lips hover close to my ear, whispering deadly words.
“I know what you are … kitty. A killer.”
My eyes widen.
I pull back, desperate to see who it is, but these damn dark lights aren’t helping. But the second I do, his hand releases mine, and he disappears into the crowd like a ghost. And I’m left with a thrumming heart and a throbbing pussy.
Kitty.
Killer.
Two things I was that night I came face-to-face with those three guys.
They’re here.
LANA
The nerve in my neck twitches as I glare around at all the people dancing, wondering where he is, and without a second thought, I start tearing off people’s masks in an effort to reveal him. Everyone looks at me like I’ve gone insane, but I don’t care.
“Where are you?” I say to the next dude as I rip off his mask. “Is it you?”
“Hey, get your hands off me—”
“Lana!” Irina calls from across the room as she makes her way toward me. “What’s going on?”
My gaze flickers between the random dude in front of me, who was just trying to dance with his girlfriend, and Irina, who seems unaware of what went down on the dance floor between me and the handsome killer.
But I know.
I know what kind of man had his hands all over me, and I’m not about to let him get away with it.
I storm out of the ballroom, seething and scared to death. Whoever he was, that guy who spun me around his finger and tongue with ease knows my darkest secret.
I have no choice but to kill him now.
I gaze around the room, searching for him amidst the chatting people and near the liquor table, but I don’t see him there. I do see someone in a suit bolting upstairs. And his pace looks suspiciously irate.
I go for the pursuit, pushing my way through people, keeping a keen eye on the guy, but he’s slipping away fast, and I can’t catch up. I accidentally bump into someone while peering at the top banister.
“Lana?” Jason’s familiar voice makes me turn my head away from the guy.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“You okay? You seem upset,” he asks. “Did someone rob you too?”
I frown. “Too?”
“I just went to the wardrobe section, and my Valentino bag’s gone,” he says. “I figured someone might’ve taken it.”
“Should’ve carried it with you then,” I tell him. “Look, I gotta go.” I walk past him.
