Say you are mine for tonight
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I felt his hand slip into mine — large, warm, calloused — as he tugged me gently away from the bar. My pulse stuttered. Every instinct screamed that I should pull back, that I was already in way too deep. But instead, I let him lead me a few steps toward the shadowed hallway.
The air between us was electric. His golden eyes flicked down to my lips again, and my knees nearly buckled.
But then — I smirked. Giggled, breathless and reckless, because I could feel the power shifting. I tugged my hand free and stepped back, tilting my head as I looked up at him through thick lashes.
“In your dreams,” I whispered, voice sweet and mocking, but laced with heat.
For a beat, he went still. Deadly still. His jaw tightened, sharp and hard enough to cut glass. And then—his eyes darkened, the molten gold turning almost black around the edges. A dangerous, hungry look that made my breath hitch in my throat.
The air snapped tight between us, the tension so thick I could taste it. His gaze pinned me where I stood, like he was deciding whether to devour me right here, in front of everyone. My skin prickled, heat rushing through me so fast it made me dizzy.
But I wasn’t ready to give in. Not yet.
With a shaky breath, I turned away, heart pounding loud in my ears, and pushed back into the crush of bodies on the dance floor.
I found Luca in the center, already drunk on the music and the attention, his glittering shirt clinging to his skin. His face lit up when he saw me.
“Babe! Finally!” he shrieked, grabbing my hands and spinning me around. “It’s your birthday — act like it!”
I let him. I let the music swallow me whole.
My hips started to move to the beat, slow at first, then bolder as the bass thumped through my chest. Luca matched me, grinding against me in a way that was playful but wicked, making both of us laugh.
I tossed my head back, my hair whipping around me, and let the dress ride higher on my thighs as I moved. My body felt hot, alive, every inch of me buzzing like I was burning from the inside out.
And then—I felt him.
Watching me.
I opened my eyes and found him instantly, standing just beyond the edge of the crowd, half in shadow. His golden eyes were locked on me, dark and wild, watching every roll of my hips, every sway of my body against Luca’s.
The heat in his stare made my skin flush. My pulse skyrocketed.
I danced harder, bolder, just for him, even though Luca had no idea. I wanted to see how far I could push before he snapped. I wanted to feel that tension snap.
And when I saw his hands clench into fists at his sides, his jaw grinding like he was holding himself back, my whole body tightened with a thrill so sharp it stole my breath.
I wanted him to lose control.
So I turned my back to him and ground my hips down low, dragging my hands up my own thighs, teasing him with every move.
The moment I looked back over my shoulder and met his burning stare, I knew.
He was done watching.
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I barely registered leaving the dance floor. One second I was laughing with Luca, the next I felt that searing presence behind me — and then a hand, firm and commanding, wrapped around my wrist.
My breath caught.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled me through the crowd, leading me away from the lights, the music, the noise. My heels clicked against the floor as I stumbled to keep up, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.
We reached the back hallway, darker and quieter, the shadows swallowing us whole.
Before I could say a word, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall.
My back hit the cold concrete with a gasp, and then his body was pressing into mine, caging me in with his heat and size. One hand flattened against the wall beside my head, while the other gripped my hip tight enough to bruise.
His face was inches from mine, breath ragged, those dark, wild eyes eating me alive.
“You like teasing, little girl?” he growled, voice rough and full of barely restrained hunger. “You think you can play with fire and not get burned?”
My pulse stuttered. My thighs squeezed together, the ache between them sharp and sudden.
I licked my lips — and that was all it took.
With a low, animal sound, he crashed his mouth down on mine.
The kiss was violent in its intensity, all tongue and teeth and raw hunger. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it — it was possession, pure and dark and primal.
His hands roamed, sliding up my thigh and gripping it hard as he hiked my leg around his waist, grinding his body against mine. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, desperate to pull him closer, to feel more.
His lips left mine only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking until I cried out. His teeth grazed my pulse point, and I swore I felt something sharper than human press against my skin.
“You drive me insane,” he rasped against my throat, voice thick with lust. “You’re mine tonight. No more games.”
His hips pressed into me, hard and demanding, and I arched into him, helpless against the wave of heat crashing through me.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice like gravel. His hand slid under my dress, rough against the bare skin of my thigh. “Say you’re mine.”
My head spun, my body burning, every inch of me screaming yes.
But instead, I gasped out, “Yours.”
And that was when he kissed me again — deeper, darker, like he wanted to devour me whole.
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