Page 35 of Bound By Longing

Chapter

Eight

MILA

Ifollow Damien out of the house, expecting him to take me to a car. Instead, it’s a motorcycle he brings out of the garage. He gets on it, looking incredibly at ease.

I stare at him in shock. “A motorcycle?”

“You said you wanted to have fun with me. This is one way.” He hands me a helmet. “Put it on.”

My father would have had an aneurysm if I’d gotten onto the back of a motorcycle, especially with a man I wasn’t married to. Damien doesn’t even want anything serious, I remind myself. He’s not a man I should be spending time with.

But I do want to have some fun.

So, I put on the helmet and get onto the motorcycle. Damien takes my hands and places them on his waist. I blush. His hard muscles are underneath my hands. My body is so close to his. He smells great, which makes everything even more distracting.

Damien revs the engine, and we take off. I scream and hold onto him tighter as we drive through the streets of Moscow. Damien laughs like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It’s infectious. I wish it weren’t so, but it is.

I hold on for dear life as Damien drives like a madman to his club. Once the motorcycle stops, I feel like I can breathe again.

That is, until Damien turns around and looks at me with his intense eyes and beautiful lips. His eyes flit to my lips, and for a moment, I think we’re going to kiss. Should I let him? I shouldn’t.

But I kind of want to experience it.

Damien smirks and turns back around, getting off the motorcycle. I frown. Not going to lie—I’m a little disappointed.

Then, I promptly scold myself for feeling that way. This crush needs to disappear. It’ll only end up hurting me in the end.

“Come on,” he says, getting off the motorcycle with ease. When I get off it, I’m acutely aware of Damien watching me. Always watching me.

We head inside the club, which is empty at this time of day. It’s such a stark contrast to when I was there at night, full of seductive music and people crowded around dancing. In the light of day, the club isn’t as scary. But Vladimir almost sold me here. It isn’t a safe place.

Yes, Damien saved me from Vladimir. He saved me from Lev.

I just have to keep my guard up around him because he’s making it very easy for me to like him.

“What are we doing here?” I ask, holding my arms close to my body.

Damien flashes that smile that makes me weak in the knees. “We’re dancing.” He grabs a remote off a table and turns on music. It’s low and bass-heavy with a female singer. The type of music that was always in movies that included seductive scenes. Scenes I wasn’t allowed to watch when I was younger.

But I’m not a little girl anymore.

He holds out his hand. “Care to dance?”

“You brought me all the way here just to dance?”

“What’s life without a little fun?”

I stare at his hand for a moment before slowly taking it. Damien pulls me in close, and I resist the urge to faint. My face is on fire. I’ve never been this close to a man before. It’s intoxicating.

Also a little frightening.

Damien sways to the music, guiding me along with him.

“What are we doing, Damien?”

“Dancing. I thought that was obvious.” He spins me out and pulls me back in.

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