Page 105 of Dance of Ruin

His body presses tighter against me. My pulse catches.

He’s…hard.

Extremely so, his hot, swollen cock pulsing against my ass through his slacks.

I’m suddenly more aware of the pressure of his chest against my back. The sharp inhalation at my neck. The steady, grounding sensation of his hand on my hip.

He’s not dragging me out of here.

He’sholdingme.

Not like I’m his prisoner.

Like I’m what he came to find.

And suddenly, the fear in my chest melts into dark, heavywant.

Heat curls inside me, my skin tingling. All around us, people are dancing and drinking and cavorting, lost in the throbbing bass.

No one knows what’s happening right next to them.

What he’s doing to me.

What I’m letting him do.

He runs his palm down the front of my thigh, to the flirty hem of my dress. Suddenly, his hand is slipping underneath it.

“Nico!”

I try to stop him, my hands dropping to his wrist. I mean, for fuck’s sake, we’resurroundedby people.

But removing his hand is about as easy as it would be to detachmy ownhand from my arm right now.

There’s no stopping him. His fingers trace up my inner thigh, under the dress. My eyes go wide, darting all around me as if expecting everyone around us to whirl and suddenly call me out for being a slut. Like they can alltellwhat he’s doing.

But no one turns. No one stares. It’s dark, and everyone’s drunk or caught up in their own thing.

No one can see what he’s doing to me—or if they do, they don’t care.

My whimper catches in my chest as two of his thick fingers drag up my slit through my lacy panties.

“Already so fucking wet for me,” he growls into my ear.

I try to turn, even though he’s still pinning me hard against his chest and fat, throbbing erection.

“Nico—”

“You don’t get to say my name tonight, Naomi,” he murmurs, rolling his fingers over my swollen clit through my panties. “Not until I decide you’ve earned it.”

I close my eyes, my body caught in a war between shame and something worse.

Craving.

His mouth drags along the curve of my neck. My breath hitches as his hand grasps my hip harder, pulling me tight to him as he grinds his cock against my ass and rubs my clit under the dress.

Around us, the crowd is too thick, too drunk, too lost in the music to notice what’s happening. Even so, my heart pounds like it’s trying to escape.

“Hold still,” Nico growls against my body.

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