Page 2 of Sinful Submission

I shoved away from the wall and eased through the crowd as her daring eyes drew me close like a silent spell. Steady on me, her eyes drove down then up, and when our gazes locked, her floating scent tingled my senses and warmed my blood. It was sweet serenity wrapped in lemon. Her mouth curved when I reached her, those full lips beckoning me to suck them in my mouth and devour her whole.

I grabbed Santari’s hips and yanked her against me. The heat of our connection slammed into my libido, sending my dickaching to be inside her. But I had yet to penetrate her wet pussy. I was waiting for her to starve for me just as much as I starved for her.

“I think you want my attention.” I leaned and bit her earlobe, then nibbled down her neck.

“It’s about damn time you noticed,” she purred, her southern drawl dripping like honey with an edge of erotism.

“You know I’ve kept my eyes on you all night.”

“Then what took you so long to get over here?”

“I was trying to give you space to have fun.”

“I have fun when you don’t give me space.”

She turned in my grip, pressing her back against my chest and rotating her ass in my crotch as the music pulsed around us. Her hands reached up, her fingers sliding over my waves as she moved to the beat. The friction intensified my arousal, sending sparks through my system like a fireworks show.

“You’re making a scene,” I growled in her ear, tightening my grip on her hips. “And you know I’d kill these motherfuckers if they dared to touch you.”

She turned her head, those doe eyes and long lashes looking back at me.

“Good. I like it when you get territorial. Now show them who I belong to.”

My hand slid up her side, feeling the rapid beat of her heart through her ribs.“You’ve been torturing me all night,” she purred. “Making me dance alone.”

“I like watching you move.”

A laugh vibrated through her back into my chest. “That may be so, but I know you were counting caskets, too.”

I smirked and bit into her neck. Santari gasped and moaned, her body trembling against me.

The music shifted again, a sexy R&B beat that dragged our bodies deeper against one another. “Fuck, you’re gonna makeme tear you apart.” Santari turned to face me, her arms sliding around my neck.

“Do it.”

A snarl pushed through my mouth. “Don’t fuckin’ test me.”

“I will if I want to.”

“That’s a bad idea.”

“Why?”

“Because you know I’ll do it.”

“You’re a businessman. People here know you own the five-star, upper-echelon Primal Luxury Resort. I might get away with calling your bluff.” She pressed closer, challenging me. The swell of her breasts against my chest made it hard to think straight.

Movement flickered in my peripheral. One of the men from the bar was drunk enough to be stupid. His hand shot out toward Santari’s arm, and I throat-punched him, then bent to meet up with his eye level as he crouched and wheezed in agony.

“Touch her, and no one will ever find a piece of you.” I smacked his face. “Respond, motherfucker!”

His eyes watered, and he nodded frantically. I smacked him again, this time with a backhand. “I can’t hear you!” I grabbed his throat and lifted him.

“Titan.” Santari’s voice was low and sultry. She pressed against my back but couldn’t reach my earlobe, even in high heels. She glanced up from the side of me, tugging on my biceps. “Not in the club.”

I slapped him upon release, and he slid across the floor, gagging and scrambling backward—the urge to follow and finish what he started burned in my blood.

Santari’s fingers dug into my arm. “Take me home.”

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