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Fuck, my repertoire was growing.
I gritted my teeth so hard, my jaw hurt, as I watched them together. It took all my control, which was not so great most times, not to storm between them and smash his face in the process.
The moment I spotted his fucking hand attempt to get into her pants, I lost my shit. I signaled the bouncer. He knew what that meant. Take him into the basement.
Margaret watched wide-eyed as they dragged him off, shrugged her shoulders, and continued dancing. My lips curved up into a smile.
I had a feeling there wasn’t much that shocked my woman.
I froze.
My woman? No, it couldn’t be. I just freaking met her.
ChapterTwo
MARGARET
Dancing and moving my body sensually, aware of men’s eyes on me, I made sure to give them a show. It was easier to control my body and men’s reaction to it than to try for something deeper. Men always thought they knew what they’d get with me, but they didn’t. Heck, I didn't even know myself.
Something always held me back. Something from my past that I just couldn’t fully grasp. It seemed my entire existence revolved around a foggy dream that kept coming back. The only clear image in that entire dream was my father’s dead eyes and a pool of blood. All around him, swallowing him whole. I know I was there when he was murdered, but I could never get all the details. Not sure I wanted them, to be honest.
But there was something different tonight. The hair on the back of my neck rose, and I could feel a slight tremor rolling through my body. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but I didn’t like it either.
“It’s because Áine is dancing with a man,” I kept telling myself.
Yet, the reasoning didn’t make sense. I wasn’t exactly a subtle, shy woman. Yes, I had my own set of issues but having men’s eyes on me was never one of them.
Blue, yellow, purple, red. The lights flashed, casting a rainbow of color over my black, rubbery Black Widow outfit. Some obscene song blared through the speakers, as the bodies on the dance floor moved together, hips rolling, lips touching.
A set of hands landed on my hips, and I played along. The stranger whispered things he wanted to do to my pussy. I felt nothing. Zip. Nada. And his mouth was way too close to my ear, breathing into it like a goddamn hurricane was happening in my brain.
I might act like a seductress and flirt, but it didn’t mean I hooked up.
A bouncer showed up and dragged the fellow away. I looked after him, but then just shrugged my shoulders and continued dancing.
A drop of sweat rolled down my back. The roll of my hips, the glide of my hands through my hair. I moved slower as my eyes subtly swept over the dance floor, my body never pausing the movements.
Dark eyes. Darker expression.
My movements faltered and our gazes clashed. The man stood in the back of the dance floor. A woman next to him, her eyes gushing over him and her lips moving.
But all his attention was on me.
Even under the dim lights of the nightclub, I could see he was tall. There was something familiar prickling my mind, but I couldn’t quite grasp it.
Leaving the woman behind, without sparing her another glance, he stalked towards me with long, purposeful strides.
I stood there, like prey preparing to be caught, staring at him, and drawing in his gaze.
Willingly.
My nipples tightened. The blood in my veins ignited with desire. A throbbing ache pulsed between my thighs.
He was even taller than I first thought. I craned my neck, holding his gaze as he came to a stop in front of me.
We stared at each other, a thick, suffocating tension filling the air. His wide shoulders blocked the rest of the club from my view, leaving me seemingly alone with him. His presence skimmed down my body and unease rose up to choke me.
A memory pushed through my temples, fighting to get through.
