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“You wanna watch us fuck those girls?” Dash asks. He enjoys the torment like he can read my dirty thoughts, and whispers like the devil he’s become, “Or do you want to be my whore, Bianca?”

Chapter Five

DASH

Bianca Chopra has a timeless beauty.

I knew it the moment I first saw her. She was just eighteen with a sweet smile playing on her lips and slender hands hanging on my stepbrother Niall’s arm.

Another thing that I knew, like a premonition? She was going to be my ruination.

Now seven years later, she stands in my arms while conflicting emotions swirl in her pretty brown eyes.

Young Bianca had an air of innocence about her, but the one staring at me is sassy and utterly breathtaking. A stunning spitfire. Even a little guarded like she’s holding mysteries close to her heart.

If only I cared enough to find out.

Our paths may have crossed tonight but I have no intention of repeating it. It’s for her own good that she stays as far away from me as possible. Because when close, I always have this need to orbit around her. She always manages to steal my focus.

It nearly cost me everything last time.

I had half a mind to pretend I didn’t recognize her, but that’s as hard as not breathing. She’s the kind of woman no man is capable of ignoring when she steps into their path. Her aura is so bright that you don’t care if it burns when you get near. Or dare to touch.

How did she even sneak past the heavy security here? Her father is powerful and influential but he certainly wouldn’t let his daughter roam freely around greedy men. I’m guessing she knows someone else.

Either way, I’m going to talk to the manager, because I didn’t pay a hefty membership fee just so anybody could walk in. I hate when my reputation is threatened, especially when I’ve built it with a lot of hard work.

I can’t seem to care about any of it right now, though, as I look at my little kitten. A smile threatens to tug at my lips when I remember this isn’t the first time she’s sneaked around.

She’s always been too curious.

“Answer me, kitten,” I softly demand, our mouths almost touching.

When I caught her watching me fuck raptly, I thought my mind was playing a trick on me.

The woman I never wished to see.

One I’d forgotten existed except in my drunken memories.

My breath had lodged in my throat when I took in her purple dress, because it should be fucking illegal. It barely hides every delectable inch of her. Beautiful tanned skin, tits spilling out of the top of her dress, and her long legs on display.

All I have to do is bend her over the nearest surface to get a glimpse of her wet cunt.

“Dash,” she whispers.

“Yes or no, kitten?”

When she opens her mouth to answer, I hear a commotion in the hallway. A lithe figure, dressed similarly as Bianca, rounds the corner and stops in her tracks.

Nova D’Cruz, sole heir to the Cruz Empire, casually strolls behind the strange woman and leans on the far wall. Dark amusement glimmers in his gaze which he keeps pinned solely on her. I know he’s betrothed, so she must be his fiancée, Rosalie Kapoor.

The tabloid showed them as a happy couple, which clearly is another lie.

Mutual hatred wafts between them, especially from her.

“Bee, are you okay?” Rosalie asks her friend.

Bianca, who seemed to be in a trance, finally rips herself away from me. I don’t grab her again this time. Instead, I let my fists clench by my sides at the sudden emptiness.

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