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I spotted her the next second.
The very same girl I’d seen dancing on a bartop last month in New York City was strutting in our direction. She wore an orange minidress then, but tonight, she opted for a midnight-blue dress that hugged her soft curves just right, barely covering her ass.
More than a few men gawked at her, and I had to bite back the words that would tell everyone off. A growl vibrated in my chest but I ignored it, keeping my eyes on the woman.
Mine.
It was the damnedest thing. I wanted to pound my chest like a fucking moron, grab her by the hair, and drag her to my bed. The notion was ridiculous, yet I couldn’t shake it off.
Who is she? I wondered.
She wasn’t looking at me, but I got the distinct feeling she was coming for me. She moved with confidence, a slight stubborn tilt to her chin telling me she was accustomed to getting what she wanted.
My gaze traveled over the length of her body. Her skin was pale and in stark contrast to her dark shoulder-length hair. She stiffened slightly as if aware of my gaze and kept walking, her strappy heels clicking against the marble. She was just about to pass me when her ankle wobbled and she tripped.
My hand instinctively reached out to steady her. Her long hair brushed against my sleeve and the scent of sugarplums invaded my lungs.Sugarplums.I had never met a woman that smelled so fucking good that my mouth actually watered.
Her face was pressed against my chest. It was barely a second, yet it felt like eternity. She felt so fucking right in my arms that it sent a shudder rolling down my spine.
Straightening up, she lifted her face to mine, flushed cheeks and all, then a pair of bright-blue eyes slammed into my fucking chest. The impact was so forceful, it stole my breath away.
They called me the devil, but it was an angel who was the thief.
CHAPTER2
Juliette
The moment I watched him enter the first floor of the casino, the air shifted. When I spotted him and his blond brother, I gaped with wide eyes. Holy mother of God. There should never be two specimens who looked like that on the same planet, never mind the same room.
They strode through the room like they owned it and everyone in it. The one with dark hair and eyes, the colors of the darkest night, aside from the resemblance to the DiLustros, told me we didn’t want him or his blond brother anywhere near the table Wynter was currently sitting at. They moved as one, like two panthers going in for their prey.
Acting on instinct, I rushed toward the two men who gave the impression they’d no doubt killed their fair share of men. I couldn’t let them get close to Wynter. It’d be all our heads on the block if they got to her.
So, with a confidence I didn’t possess and armed in the dress that revealed more skin than I liked, I rushed in their general direction. The midnight-blue dress hugged my curves just right, and belonged to someone with a much flatter ass. As I got closer to the dark and blond devils, I fought the urge to tug on the hemline.
I kept my eyes on a fictional dot, keeping their movements in my peripheral vision. The moment his dark gaze brushed over my skin, a shiver ran up my spine and my heel caught a crack in the marble, launching me into the air.
I, honest to God, almost face-planted when a pair of strong hands wrapped around me. Instead of the marble floor, my face hit a hard chest. The scent of forest and rain hit my nostrils and for a second my eyes fluttered shut. It reminded me of something, but the memory eluded my grasp.
Then as if burned, I shifted away, almost falling—again—on my ass, before his hand shot out, steadying me by my elbow.
Gosh, this was going gracefully.
“You alright?” he drawled, that obsidian gaze on me. My cheeks burned. It felt like a searing fever boiling me from the inside. Jesus, I hated blushing. Detested it. I took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. His lips curled into an arrogant smile, probably used to women swooning over him.
I narrowed my gaze at him in distaste. It was at that very moment, I decided. I didn’t like him. I didn’t like the dark presence that came with him. I didn’t like how he watched me as if I were a speck of dirt on his shoe.
“Obviously, I’m fine,” I answered, mustering a sweet, seductive smile. I trailed my hand over his chest and felt his heat burning through the material. The man had to be a furnace. “But you won’t be, if you don’t get that smug smile off your face.”
A stifled chuckle came from his blond brother. I shot him a glare, but he quickly raised his hands, ready to retreat. I couldn’t let that happen, though, so I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
“I’ll have sex with both of you. Why don’t the three of us take this party… elsewhere?” What the hell did I just say? That was the last thing I’d ever want to do. Just the idea of having sex with either of them had bile rising in my throat. It was a wonder that I kept my own eyes from rolling in my head.
The air stilled then, immediately charged with so much sexual tension, it vibrated through me. It felt like electric shocks running through my veins, buzzing every cell within my body and somehow turning me on.
I know, masochistic. I never thought getting electrocuted would be a turn-on, but here I was.
I waited for a response, any comment, but both men remained staring at me. One pair darker than night and the other lighter than the skies. These two were like night and day. Literally.
