Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, his voice husky and low.
His hands slid down to my ass, gripping me tightly as we moved in time to the music.
I knew that I was crossing a line, that I was playing with fire, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was lost in the sensations, in the throbbing beat of the music, in the heat of my desire. For the first time in a long time, I was out of my head. And I liked it.
The stranger’s hands glided up to my breasts, kneading them through the fabric of my dress, and I moaned softly, my head falling against his chest.
The man growled softly again, and I could feel his arousal pressing against me. He was no longer a man, but the wolf.
I was drunk on the heady mix of desire and danger, and I knew I wanted more.
But then guilt attacked my very core. This was Locke’s business. His.
He’d hate for me to act this way.
He’d be livid.
And I actually cared about how he felt.
The combination of desire and guilt were a heady mixture.
It was only when Fiora’s hand landed on my arm, her voice barely audible over the music, that I snapped back to reality.
“Storee, Locke is here,” she said, her gaze darting across the room.
I felt a pit form in my stomach as I turned around, scanning the crowd until I saw him. He stood on the fringes of the dance floor, his piercing brown eyes locked on me and the stranger I was dancing with.
Locke didn’t wear a mask.
He didn’t need to. He appeared more beastly than all the men in this room combined.
I froze, unsure of what to do. Fiora squeezed my arm, pulling me closer to her.
“Just go with it,” she said, her voice low. “Pretend like he’s not even here.”
I tried to follow her advice, but every time I moved, I felt Locke’s gaze burning into me. The stranger’s hands were still on my hips, and I had never felt so uncomfortable in my life.
I pulled back, panting heavily, and saw Locke marching toward us, his face contorted with rage. My heart sank, knowing that I had just made a grave mistake.
“Storee,” he snarled as he cleared the distance between us. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The stranger stepped back, but I remained frozen in place, my mind blank. I had no answer for him, no excuse that he would accept.
His eyes were like daggers as they cut into me.
“Locke—” I tried to explain, but he cut me off with a sharp wave of his hand.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” he growled, his voice tight with anger. “What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? I specifically told you that I never wanted you inside The Vault. I trusted you to respect my wishes.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t even sure he could hear me over the booming drums. “It’s not what you think.”
Locke’s eyes narrowed as he considered me. His hand was still on my arm, and I could feel the tension from where his fingers dug into my skin.
“Fiora and I were just—”
“What I think, Storee, is that you’re making me look like a fool,” he boomed, his hands falling to his sides. “Get your ass back to my table. Now.” He then glared at Fiora. “You shouldn’t have brought her here.”
Fiora opened her mouth to protest, but then clearly thought better of it and shut her lips with a nod.
“We can go,” she suggested.
“No. The damage has been done. She betrayed my trust and came. So why leave now?”
His words cut me to the core, and I felt a stab of pain deep in my chest. The pain was so intense that it was all I could do not to double over. The last person I wanted to betray was Locke.
The wolf-stranger stepped in, his voice low. “There’s no need to be a dick about it,” he said. “Just tell her to go if you want her to go.”
Locke turned, his glare locking on the man. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do and how to do it?”
The man took a step forward, his lips curling back into a deadly smile. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, old man. Now, I suggest you back up before I lose my temper.”
I stood frozen as the two men squared off, each of them standing their ground in front of me. My heart skipped as I looked from one to the other, wondering if the night could possibly get any worse.
Locke’s hands balled into fists, and he took another step toward the stranger. “Listen, little boy. You don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with. So unless you want to find out the hard way, get the fuck out of my club.”