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“You were dancing withmygirl?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and shooting him a warning look. It’s like he only just noticed that I’m bigger than him. His brows shoot up in surprise.

“Um. No, it’s fine. Whatever,” he stammers, stepping away and fading into the crowd.

When I turn back to Tatiana, she looks horrified.

“Andrei,” she says tightly. “What are you—um, how long have you—"

“Are you having fun?” I ask, staring down at her. She narrows her eyes.

“Are you going to drag me back to my prison?” she snaps.

“Actually, I’m enjoying the music.”

She scrunches her nose, pulling her mouth tight, trying to decide what game I’m playing.

But then, in a flash, her expression changes. She pushes her chest out and her shoulders back, and a sneaky smile plays over her face.

She steps closer to me, reaching her hand up and placing it on my chest, and starts dancing again. Her body brushes against mine, and my heart races faster.

At first, I’m arguing with myself, telling myself not to touch her, to keep my hands to myself, but with the way she is moving against me, it’s impossible.

I grab her around the waist and spin her so that her back is against my chest. My hand drifts over her ribs, across her stomach, holding her tight as we move together.

She leans her head back, and her hair spills over me.

Lights and smoke fill the air around us.

My entire body is alive with her, the heat, the softness, the slight sheen of sweat glittering over her.

My hand moves up around her throat, and I rest my fingers over her neck as we dance.

Everywhere I touch her, sparks ignite.

She turns to face me again, and those gorgeous blue eyes stare up at me as though she’s the only one in the entire world who has ever really looked at me.

My heart leaps into my throat.

My hand brushes up her spine, my fingers tracing the naked skin of her neck and spreading into her hair.

I shouldn’t do this.

But her lips are full and soft, her mouth slightly open, her eyes glittering.

I lean forward, locking my hand at the back of her head.

With inches between our lips, I pause, telling myself again that I should stop—but it’s too late.

Her hands slip around my waist and close the space between us, and I press my mouth to hers.

It’s like a wildfire igniting inside me.

She presses harder against me as the kiss deepens.

Music vibrates through my body and into hers.

Why isn’t she pushing me away?

Chapter 14 - Tatiana