Page 51 of Beneath the Starlight and Storms

He starts to draw out a hunger inside me. One that calls out to his own in a blaze of heat.

The desperate need to consume and claim me, takes me by surprise. And I start to realize that maybe Hook asking for a chance was something far different than what I originally thought.

The thought alone is enough to snap me out of the little haze I’m under and back to the game I was playing.

I wait until his body relaxes, until he releases my leg to the floor before pulling slightly back and yanking my knee up and straight into his groin.

He grunts in pain, bending over as I step around him and try to catch my breath.

Shaking off any lingering heat, I narrow my eyes on him as he fights to stand up straight.

But instead of looking at me with anger or frustration, his eyes are alight with heat and lust.

I ignore what that look does to me. “This is me using all the tools at my disposal. But that is not something that willeverhappen again.”

With a sinful smile stretching across his face, a glimmer of a challenge lights his eyes.

“We’ll see,” he breathes.

“No,wewon’t,” I tell him. Before he gets the chance to reply, I turn and walk out of the kitchen and his husky chuckle follows me.

Reaching a hand up to my lips, I still feel a tingle from my stolen kiss. Anotherunforgettablestolen kiss.

I guess Hook was right after all. Some thingsdotaste better when they’re stolen.

CHAPTER14

Loud musicand lights drown out the lingering apprehension about coming out tonight. Hook’s eyes flicker to me and then down to the short, black dress I’m in before glancing away and clenching his jaw.

He murmurs something to Cash that I can’t make out. But whatever he says makes Cash chuckle and earn himself a dark glare.

The two other men in dark clothing he brought with us tonight, take a step back with Hook’s quick shift in mood making eventhemwary.

But whatever mood Hook was is now, was his own fault. He was the one that suggested coming out tonight, saying I deserved a night to have some fun. So, fun I was going to have. Whether he liked it or not.

We move through a dim hallway and up a set of stairs that bring us out into a wide-open room. Soft music plays as small groups of women and men relax around tables and chairs spread out throughout the room.

There is a small bar to the right and a stage on the opposite side of it with a dozen girls dancing on it.

One girl stands out among them all. Her long brown hair cascades around her as she dances in slow sensual moves. While her glittering, short, silver dress clings to her figure, entrancing anyone who looks at her.

I’m so drawn to the girl that I don’t realize I’ve stopped walking until I hear a familiar husky voice beside me.

“Business first and then we’ll have some fun. There’s another floor with dancing that we’ll head down to after this. I promise.” Hook takes my arm, leading us along the side of the floor to another long hall. But my eyes keep drifting back to the girl on stage.

My view of her quickly disappears as we step into a room with no door. Once we cross the threshold, all sound from the outside fades away.

I frown glancing back at it, wondering what type of spell it has on it.

“Hook, my friend,” a deep, rough voice greets.

Turning back, I find a man with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep golden eyes. He gets up from the long wooden desk that sits in the middle of the room and just like Hook, something about his presence screams power while promising violence should you cross him. His tall height and warrior build only added to it.

I tense up when he steps around the desk but relax when he greets Hook like an old friend, an easy smile on his face.

“Dagon.” A smile played around Hook’s lips.

Hook nods at his two men that came with us, and they whip out a black case I didn’t notice they had.

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