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I pushed my way through the crowd and held on carefully to the stairway railing as I wandered back up to the second floor. My feet were killing me because they weren’t used to heels. I would have killed for my sneakers right now.

Finding myself in a long, narrow hallway, I assumed the bathroom was at the far end, and I made my way further down in search of it. It seemed too quiet to be the way to the restroom, though. There should have been a ton of people hanging around here.

I realized only too late that I wasn’t alone. A large, cold hand covered my mouth from behind, while another wrapped around my waist too tightly. My back was pressed against something hard. I tried to scream, but no sounds escaped from my covered mouth. Hot breath wafted over the side of my neck.

“Don’t move, bitch,” a deep warning rang through my ear. My chest started heaving in panic. God, why did I think it was a good idea to wander around the club alone?

With one quick move, I was slammed up against the wall. His hand squeezed my neck, holding me in place and making it difficult to breathe. My head buzzed from the force of the impact and lack of oxygen.

As my vision refocused, I saw the dark shadow of a person looming over me. His eyes were difficult to see under his baseball cap, but his mouth was fixed into a cocky grin, like a hyena about to pounce.

“Looks like I got lucky this time. You’re a pretty one, aren’t ya?” he hissed in my face.

His head tipped down slowly, until he was looking directly at my chest. I winced as his rough, clumsy hand squeeze one of my breasts.

“Too bad these tits are natural. I’m usually into something bigger,” he sneered. “They will have to do.”

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. His body was so close to mine that I could feel his disgusting dick press into my belly. My stomach churned. I was going to vomit.

In a flash, the pressure on my throat was gone. I slid to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. I saw my assailant on the ground.

Standing over him was my new boss. His body was stiff with rage as he aimed a gun at the fallen man. The veins in his forearms protruded with tension as he gripped the weapon in his hand. He handled it with such familiarity, it was more like a natural extension of his arm.

“If I ever see you in my club again, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.” He kept his voice low, but it terrified me more than my attacker’s had.

The man on the floor started to crawl to get away. As if it were not fast enough for his liking, my boss smacked him in the back of the head with the barrel of his gun. The man bolted out of the hallway as fast as he could.

I was left alone with a new figure towering over me. A true predator. I didn’t speak for fear of his wrath. His eyes bore into mine as I crouched on the floor, peering up at him.

“Get up,” he barked at me.

I was frozen to the ground. Impatience radiated from him. He grabbed me firmly by my arms and righted me against the wall. I was probably over five-foot-seven with my stilettos, but he was still taller than me. His fingers dug into my skin, keeping me from moving away.

The fire in his eyes from earlier had not dimmed. It seemed even stronger now as they studied my face. I held my breath as his gaze roamed down to my lips. I parted them, but no air escaped.

Suddenly, his gaze flicked to my neck. His jaw clenched in rage—my attacker must have left marks on me. His fingertips touched my skin softly, tracing what he saw.

Unintentionally, I sighed out the breath I had been holding in all this time, and it came out as a soft moan. Those eyes flashed back to mine with a wild and hungry expression.

He shifted his body closer. He was so near that I could smell his essence—leather and tobacco. His fingers slid down my body to my waist, where they held me in place. I couldn’t run away if I wanted to, even though I knew I should. This man was dangerous. I could feel it in the way he looked at me, like he could ruin me.

His hard cock pressed into my lower belly. Without thinking, I tilted my pelvis to meet him. I needed friction to ease the ache between my legs. He ground his dick further into me, as if reading my mind. God, it felt good.

My back arched off the wall as my head fell back in pleasure. I needed more.

I lifted my knee to his hip so I could wrap my leg around his ass, giving him more access to my most sensitive area.

Suddenly, he pushed my leg down and released his grip on me. I blinked up at him in confusion. He stepped backward, away from me. His eyes grew cold, the fire extinguished.Why is he upset with me?

My cheeks heated with the shame of rejection. I crossed my arms over my chest to keep from feeling exposed.

“Go home.” His voice was low and steady, as if nothing had happened.

I stood there, doe-eyed, unable to move or speak. He took one more glance at me before walking away.

Just like that, I was alone—wet and rejected.

Chapter VI

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