Mack’s POV
She slipped through the crowd like a flame—untouchable to everyone else, but meant to scorch him alive.
Mack didn’t hesitate. He followed, eyes locked on the curve of her hips as she led him deeper into the club, past the dance floor and into a dimly lit hallway near the restrooms and staff doors. The beat of the music pulsed through the walls. It was shadowy, humid, and secluded—almost too perfect.
Viola stopped at a corner, turning to face him with a challenge in her smirk. “Caught me.”
He reached her in two long strides, pressing her gently but firmly against the wall. His hands slid to her hips, holding her in place. “You think this is a game?”
“Aren’t you playing too?” she asked, breath hitching as his fingers trailed upward, slow and deliberate.
“I’m done playing,” M
