Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
I walk into the ballroom and stalk around the dance floor from the sidelines. The music blasts in my ear, but I pay no attention to it as I scour the room looking for her. It’s not hard to spot the ribbon among the crowd. It stands out like a red flag, luring me in.
Until I spot the one thing I didn’t take into account.
Her dancing with another man … And it makes me wild with rage.
He’s clutched her waist, and he’s getting so close, rubbing himself against her that my blood begins to boil.
His hands are all over my woman.
And if he doesn’t take them off swiftly, I’ll personally cut them off tonight.
Lana
I’m dancing between Irina and Brooke, with Jason humping me from the back. I don’t care as long as I can numb my brain while dancing to the music, getting slowly drunker and drunker.
I’m surprised Jason found me among the crowd. Then again, he knows how to recognize me by my clumsy dancing skills, especially now that I’m getting tipsy.
In one hand, I clutch a red cup with only a few drops of champagne left in it. But I won’t let my lack of alcohol spoil the fun. With a big grin, I twirl around Jason and smack his bum before proceeding to dance with Irina. Brooke’s alternating between two boys on the dance floor, and I can’t blame her for doing it. If Jason wasn’t sticking to me like a bear on honey, I would too.
Everyone’s having an amazing time, but when I slurp up the last bit of liquor in my cup, I’m getting thirsty for more, and I know just the thing to finally get some time to dance alone.
“Jason,” I mutter as he grinds up against me.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Can you fill this cup for me?” I ask. “I’m thirsty.”
“Of course.” He grabs the cup from my hand. “Champagne?”
“You know me,” I reply, and he waltzes off, but not before slapping me on the butt so hard I nearly squeal. “Asshole,” I growl, and Irina and Brooke laugh.
The room suddenly darkens, and we all stop and look around until the laser lights appear and everyone begins dancing like crazy. It’s a song with a deep bass, and the techno beat is killing it, so much that I’m vibing on my own without Irina and Brooke, who’ve gone on to dance with some guys in a corner.
Suddenly, someone snakes their hand around my waist and pulls me in for a dance. I glance over my shoulder and see a mask, but in the dark it’s hard to tell who. But their moves …
Sultry, smoking hot, like our bodies are entwined, dancing in rhythm to the music.
And I just can’t step away, no matter how many times my brain tells me I should.
I don’t know who this is; it could be anyone, or it could be Jason. Judging from the calloused hands that grip me tightly, it's definitely a guy.
But Jason never danced with me like this, like he doesn’t just want to entertain me but move my soul. And as his hand snakes up my belly and my hips move closer to his, my breathing picks up, and my heart rate becomes unsteady.
Unhinged, in fact, as a set of lips breathe hot air right underneath my ear, lingering near my skin like an intention to kiss but without the touch. And fuck me, I’m almost ready to lean in and let him.
“Jason?” I whisper over my shoulder.
“Try again …”
The voice is so low and gruff, my breath falters while my body continues to sway around in his arms. “Who are you?”
A delectable grin spreads against my skin. “Whoever you want me to be.”
He spins me around, and his arm locks around my body. But the darkness in the room still won’t allow me to see even a glimpse of his face, let alone his eyes.
Goddammit.
“What do you want?” I grit, wondering if I should pry myself away from him before those hands turn into bones. Because when Jason comes back, he’s definitely not going to be happy.
The strobe lights reveal a dangerous smirk spreading on the stranger’s face. “Dance with me.”
Before I can get a closer look, he spins me around again, dancing hip to hip, mixing sultry moves with sexy footwork that would put Jason to shame. I’m so glad he isn’t here to see me being whisked around.
“Wait, I have a boyfriend,” I mutter.
It can’t hurt to lie occasionally if it keeps me safe, and at least then Jason will be good for something.
Suddenly, the stranger pushes me over, and I nearly fall, but his hand cups the small of my back to keep me steady. And at that moment, I’m acutely aware of how each of his fingers gently press into me. He leans in, wolf-like teeth getting dangerously close to my neck as he whispers, “Not anymore.”