Page 88 of Her Wolf

Was she having an out-of-body experience? Because things were happening that she had no control over.

This was wrong. This guy could be DEA, FBI, anything, and she was sitting here making out with him?

But it didn’t matter how tumultuous the thoughts were racing through her mind; she just got wetter and wetter.

Simon pulled back, panting into her mouth. “Christ,” he murmured into her ear as he grasped roughly at her breast. “I should be arresting you. But all I want to do is fuck you.”

His words sent an electric whip over her skin. Cora’s back bowed, pushing her breast firmly into his hand.

Then her body went numb.

Panic made her heart flutter in her chest.

“What’s…wrong…?” she asked.

Simon drew back, blinking at her in sudden confusion. He touched the corner of her mouth with a finger, and then looked deep into her eyes.

“You’ve been drugged,” he said, putting his mouth by her ear.

Her heart should have started pounding. Instead, she laughed.

Who would drug her?

No…Who wouldn’t?

Her men had known this party was a bad idea, but she’d pressured them into accepting it because she’d wanted to prove to everyone that she wasn’t scared, that she wouldn’t back down.

“You…” she tried to imply.

“Christ, no,” the man said. Simon drew away from her and began backing out of the booth. “Let me see if I can find someone to—”

A silhouette blocked his path. Vaguely familiar.

Hope soared through her.

And then crystallized a second later when light flashed on the side of the person’s face.

Neo.

He had to see she was in some kind of trouble. He would help her, wouldn’t he?

Neo stepped aside and gestured. She recognized both men who stepped from the shadows; Santino because he wasn’t wearing a mask, and Miguel because he was still wearing his terrifyingly lewd devil’s mask.

Santino grabbed Simon by the scruff of his neck, dragging him out of the booth. And then they were gone, and it was Neo sliding onto the seat.

She hadn’t moved, because she couldn’t.

Neo lifted her hand from the table, laying it over his palm and patting it. He gave her a mirthless smile before leaning closer.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he said.

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