don’t want to stop either. I definitely don’t want to stop when he presses me to him, and I feel the bulge of his arousal pressing into my ass.
He holds me there like he wants me to feel it.
I turn my head to glance up at him. At that he twists me out of the beat then pulls me back so that my hands press against the hard steal walls of his chest.
My mouth waters at the feel of him beneath my fingertips and what springs to my mind when I think of what it would feel like to kiss him.
He leans close to my ear as the music dips low and his hot breath caresses my skin.
“Be careful, Bellezza, I may get the wrong idea if you look at me like that,” he warns.
“What idea?” I ask
His cheek brushes over mine and we stop moving.
“You felt me Isabella. What ideas do you think I have when you dance with me like that?”
He moves back and smiles. I’m not sure what to say or do.
“I’m sorry,” I reply still unsure.
“Are you? Answer me truthfully.” That smile beckons me to be honest.
“No.”
“Then come here,” he says crooking his finger for me to come even closer than I already am.
I go to him like a puppet on an invisible string he commands.
When he moves to my lips I move too and as his lips touch mine, I feel alive. I wake up and every cell in my body comes alive.
My heart squeezes and expands with warmth as fire flicks over every nerve in my body.
When his tongue sweeps against mine I moan, and I truly forget everything. I forget that I’m Isabella Viggo and I feel just like a woman who’s kissing a gorgeous, sexy man who’s devouring her mouth.
When he cups my face, I savor the feel of his fingers on my skin.
We kiss and when the kiss turns hungry, he stops and stares down at me. something flashes in his eyes and he rivets his gaze to mine.
“Come home with me,” he husks.
Home… oh my… could I do that? I shouldn’t. It would have been easier to get away with hanging out for a few hours a few months back, but now I do have to be careful. Dmitri is unpredictable. That is why Sacha is so weary. I wouldn’t put it past him to go back to the house to screw with me, knowing it will piss me off.
I know I shouldn’t go anywhere with this man and I should say no. But somehow, I can’t quite form the words. Something draws me to him, and I don’t want to say goodbye yet.
“Do you want to?” he asks with a salacious smile, noticing my hesitation.
“Yeah,” I hear myself say. I’ve become a slave to my passions and if this is the last time I do anything like this, I choose him.
“Come then.”
He slips his arm around my waist and ushers me away from the dance floor.
We get outside to the parking lot and stop in between two trucks. His eyes look silver in the moonlight as he lowers to kiss me again.
I kiss him back loving the taste of him. I savor the rich masculine taste as he slips his hand behind my neck to deepen the kiss and that’s when I feel the sharp sting of something on the back of my neck.
Something… it feels like a bee sting and is so sharp I jerk back. It came from his hand.
What was that?
“Tristan… what…” My voice trails off as he blurs from my vision.
I stumble and my lips part as realization dawns on me.
He just gave me something and I can’t see properly…
“What did you give me?” I mutter stumbling again. He steps closer and panic assails me.
I’m a fool. Oh God… what have I done?
I came out here for a break and this happens to me.
Suddenly I put everything in perspective.
He was in the park the other day and suddenly turns up at the club.
Coincidence? No.
In my world there are no such things. I’ve felt like someone was watching me for the last few days. Was it him?
He could only know where I was if he was watching me.
I’m not any old person. I’m Mortimer Viggo’s daughter. That is who I am, and my father has many enemies. There’s a reason why I’m always supposed to have my bodyguards with me. This is one of them.