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I can’t believe I let Ruslana talk me into choosing this dress. It’s nothing like I have ever worn before, so fucking revealing I feel like I’m spilling out at every side.

I bite at my lip as we walk into the party together.

I am so completely out of place here.

Everywhere I look, the women are gorgeous. They are tall and slender and sculpted with perfect figures and sharp jaw lines. Self-conscious, I reach up and touch my chin, feeling the roundness of my face and suddenly I want to slink away and hide by the bar all night.

I’m being ridiculous wearing a dress like this. I should never have done it. I’m going to feel so uncomfortable all night.

I glance around the crowd, looking for Radmir, at least it will be a familiar face.

Ruslana reaches over and touches my arm. “Babe, I am going to get a drink, do you want anything?”

“No, thanks, I’m going to see if I can find Radmir,” I say back, trying to speak loud enough that she hears me over the music.

“Ok, I’ll catch up with you later then. Stop looking so nervous. You are freaking gorgeous in that dress.”

“I hate you a little bit for talking me into it,” I chuckle.

“Whatever, you just watch how the men stare at you all night and try and tell me I’m wrong.” She laughs, dismissing my discomfort with a wave of her hand as she disappears into the party.

Not even a minute after she’s left me a man comes over to me.

At first I think he must be asking if I’ve seen someone or for directions or something.

But he isn’t. He’s flirting with me.

For some reason, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

And worse, I can’t help but compare him to Radmir and he falls flat on his face compared to Rad’s drop-dead gorgeous good looks.

I turn and scan the crowd again, looking for him and across the party my eyes lock with his.

My heart stops as we stare at each other.

The music seems to stop, the talking seems to stop. Everything is silent and frozen in time.

It’s just me and him.

And he looks like he could own the world if he wanted to. Oh my word, he looks gorgeous.

The high collar black shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned enough that I can see the curve of his collar bone and the muscles of his pecs. He has the sleeves half rolled up over his forearms which flex as he moves, holding his drink. And that half smile, perfectly chiseled jaw and those dark grey eyes. My legs are weak just trying to keep myself standing.

But then I realize—he’s looking at me for a really long time and I’m wearing—well I’m wearing practically nothing with all my bits falling out and suddenly I can’t look at him anymore.

He’s too gorgeous to be looking at me and thinking anything good.

I bite at my lip while the other guy chats away, asking me what I want to drink.

“Nothing right now, thank you. I think I need to find my friend,” I reply, wondering if I should run out of here or go find Ruslana.

“Oh, no, come on, angel, have a drink with me. I’d be the luckiest guy on the planet.” He grins and I spot the gold tooth. I scrunch my nose.

“Thank you, but honestly—“

“I believe the lady has already said no,” Radmir’s voice is deep and soothing as it brushes over me. His hand caresses my lower back and heat builds in my body.

Why is he always touching me, always flirting with me? I don’t get it. Is it some kind of game to him to tease the chubby girl by making her think she’s his type.

I sigh and turn to glare at him.

“Hi,” I say, a little coldly.

The other man senses the tension and nods awkwardly before turning away.

“Starfish, you took my breath away the moment I saw you. Stop teasing me like this and just give in. You know you want to.” He grins. Flirting again.

Dammit. That smile. It’s too much to bear.

“I think I need a drink,” I comment, trying so hard, but failing terribly to not gawk at his intense sex appeal and total and utterly divine hotness.

I step around him and make my way to the bar. Men grin at me and step in front of me to talk to me until they see Radmir just behind me and quickly back off. I wonder what kind of look he’s giving them to make them run so fast. I wonder why they even wanted to talk to me in the first place.

At the bar, I ask for a mango gin with a splash of chili. The barman smiles, his eyes drifting over my breasts for a moment.

“The lady placed her order, best you go and get it,” Radmir snarls at him with intense authority in his voice. The barman flushes redder than I do around Rad and rushes off to get my order.

Usually I’m a confident person in a crowd of people. But usually I’m wearing actual clothes that cover the parts of me I want covered.

I sigh in frustration.

A man steps up to the bar next to me.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asks, leaning one elbow against the bar and letting his eyes drift over me. What is going on tonight?

“Ehem.” A deep warning comes from behind me and a thick muscular arm slips around my waist from behind.

“Oh, Radmir, oh, shit I didn’t see you there. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any offense I thought she was, um, I’ll see you round.” The man scuttles off in more than a hurry with his tail between his legs.

Radmir chuckles a little darkly.

“I’m practically one of the biggest guys in this place, but he didn’t see me .” I turn to scowl at him. He’s smirking. “Of course, he didn’t see me, starfish because no one can look at anything but you.”

I look away from his magnificent smile. The one that sends shivering warmth down my spine and a tingling sensation between my legs. The one that makes me want to lean towards him and stupidly—to kiss him again.

That kiss that haunts me every moment of every day. The one I tell myself wasn’t the most beautiful kiss I’ve ever felt. Yeah. That one.

“Gin, mango and a dash of chili,” the barman says as he sets my drink down in front of me.

“Thank you.” But he won’t even look at me now.

I roll my eyes and pick up my drink to sip it. Then set it back down on the bar top.

I have no idea what is up with everyone, why they are so scared of Radmir. He’s just a man. A man I’m going to destroy. His hand brushes over the naked skin of my back as he leans forward and whispers against my ear. “Dance with me. I want to be the man dancing with the most beautiful girl here.”

I hate myself for falling for his charm, but it’s like my body just doesn’t give me a choice.

Ignoring my drink, which was actually incredible, I melt against his body as he leads me to the dance floor. He pulls us into the center, as though he wants everyone to see, then grips me tightly against his body and begins to move against me.

Oh my fuck.

This man.

His hands drift up my back, knot in my hair and suddenly he tugs me backwards, supporting me with his arm he spins me in a slow and sensual circle, his free hand running down my throat and over my breasts before he pulls me back up against him, lifting one of my thighs and letting his fingers trail over my leg as he wraps it around himself.

I can hardly breathe, and every time he spins me or turns me I gasp, finding myself completely handing over control. I feel light as a feather in his hands. He moves gracefully but with strength I could never have imagined. I am a toy to him, and he’s playing with me as though I was a feather.

He flicks me outwards and then pulls me towards him again, my back against his chest and his cock pressing into me. It’s not hard, not quite, but damn, I can feel it. He leans close to my ear and his breath is hot on my neck. “Why don’t you let me have you? The things I want to do to you—” he whispers.

I shiver at his words. My lips part, but I don’t answer.

I need to get off this dance floor before I throw myself at him and have my way with him in front of everyone.

The dance is a teaser for how sensual he might be in the bedroom. Slow, passionate, rough and enigmatic. He’s incredible.

But I can’t take it anymore.

I push away from him, needing air to breathe normally for a moment, but he pulls me back against himself just as the music dies down. He gestures towards the DJ booth and the guys sets the volume all the way down. My heart beats steadily faster as he leads me up onto a platform and takes the microphone from the DJ.

“Everyone, thank you for enjoying this incredible night with us. To the hosts, what a fantastic party! But I just wanted to steal a moment of everyone’s time to announce something very exciting.” He pulls me so that I’m standing in front of him with his arm around my stomach. “This is Jade. My beautiful wife,” he says proudly.

Every cell in my body freezes. I can’t take in air. I can’t breathe out either. I can’t move. The crowd is cheering and shouting congratulations and I am just staring, wide eyed and frantic into the sea of faces below me.

Radmir spins me around to face him and kisses me.

I’m too shocked to stop him, a rag doll in his hands, his lips moving against mine.

When the noise and colorful chaos is over he steps off the stage and then turns to lift me off it, setting me down in front of him.

He grins.

I sneer.

“Did you just fucking claim me in front of every one?” I hiss, a dark whisper, anger surging through me unrestrained.

His eyes darken. “Keep your voice down, starfish,” he warns me.

“I will not,” I say louder. I can’t believe he did that. That was so… Public. So… Masculine and bold and possessive. And I’m so fucking annoyed by how much he continues to turn me on.

He grabs my arm, subtle but stern and drags me away from the party to a back room of the house.

He closes the door behind us and spins me to face him, but before he can say whatever he wants to say, I slap him hard across the face. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I say angrily.

His top lip curls as he growls at me, but his eyes are full of something else.

Desire.

Fierce, unrestrained desire.

Oh fuck. It’s like I unleashed something inside of him. Something feral. Something enticing and wild.

My heart thunders as he slams me against the wall and grabs my throat, kissing me as though he truly does own me. One hand wrapped around my breast. In frustration, he pulls the delicate shoulder strap away and frees my breast, then wraps his hand around it again. His long fingers massaging my nipple, pulling, teasing me with sharp delightful sensations.

The way he handles me—I might be the most sensual woman in the world. It’s how he makes me feel. He makes me believe that.

I need to stop this.

But it’s a useless thought. As fleeting as it is.

I can’t fight it. I’ve used up every ounce of willpower I had just fighting my attraction all night, actually since the day I met him, and right now, I have nothing left in me to help me deny that I want him. That his hands against me are the devilish desire I’ve been begging myself to indulge in. The darkest temptation of all—him.

His kiss is like a recharge, a current of power running from his lips into my body, shooting down my spine and consuming me.

His hands grip powerfully against my hips, then my ass as I rock my hips against him. His cock is a fucking chiseled blocked of stone pressing into my stomach.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

I can feel how massive it is through his pants.

I want to reach down and brush my fingers over it. I almost can’t believe it’s real without touching it.

But as I drop my hands, he grabs them and pins both wrists above my head with one of his hands wrapped around both of mine.

The realization that he is ten times stronger than me makes my pussy pulse with even more desire than before.

“You should learn to let someone else take the lead, Jade. I am the one in control here. Give yourself to me,” he whispers dangerously.

“I don’t belong to you,” I say, sounding weak.

He chuckles.

“Oh yes you do, little starfish. You do belong to me, you just haven’t accepted it yet.”

I squeal when he suddenly lifts me off my feet and sets my ass down on a high dresser. My head spins, frantically trying to find a way to regain control of myself, of anything.

He pushes my dress up over my hips and grabbing one of my ankles he bends my leg and spreads it wide, resting my high heel against the dresser I’m sitting on.

I should stop him.

This is so many levels of wrong.

But when he dips his fingers between my legs and pushes them inside me I can’t think anymore.

All reason, all consciousness, all of everything—it vanishes.

My chest heaves as I fight for air as he dances his fingers inside me.

His eyes are locked onto my pussy, he presses his lips together then licks them, the dark grey of his irises growing darker with need.

Then he grins as he looks up at me. His eyes lock with mine as he spreads my legs even wider, pushing my thighs open with his massive hands, he leans down and sets his face between my legs, letting his hot tongue play over my pussy. He moves his mouth slowly, writing secret messages with his lips, drawing curls and lines and circles with his tongue.

One of his hands drifts around my ass and pulls me harder against his mouth.

I squeal again, then gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me.

When he starts to fuck me with his tongue I lose my mind.

In and out, back and forth, his mouth covers my most heated and sensitive parts. His hands against my body.

I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair and push his face harder against me. I want more. The sensations building are too powerful, and I will do anything to feel more.

He growls in satisfaction as my moans grow louder, faster and more frequent. I start rocking my pussy against his face and he begins to moan too. The deep, low sounds he is making is only edging me closer to an orgasm, vibrating against my skin.

My legs are shaking so much that for a moment I think I might fall off the top of the dresser, but his hands are on me and he would never let that happen.

My entire body begins to shake, it’s out of my control

Right now, whether I want to or not, I do belong to him . I am his and he may do whatever he wants with me.

The orgasm seems to hit me from every single direction. Like an explosion, it smashes into me, piercing every nerve ending, contracting every muscle. My body spasms, held safe in his hands, I tilt my head back and let myself feel everything.

It keeps rolling through me, over and over again, seemingly never ending.

Until it does.

And I’m gasping for air.

He stands up and grabs my face, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

When he leans back, he wipes his thumb over my mouth and his eyes stare into me. It’s like he can see everything about me. Like he knows exactly who I am.

My heart pulls tight and he smiles that gorgeous smile.

“Let’s get back to the party before they think we’re up to no good,” he chuckles, lifting me off the dresser, my body sliding down his until my feet are back on the ground.