“Oh shit, Trouble.” Beretta breathes and Ransom’s eyes lift to his. “They’ll really be watching now.”

The second he says it, the DJ shouts the next phase of the night has begun, and I’m unconvinced it’s coincidental.

The lights dim, and excitement erupts as the room fades to total blackness, leaving nothing but the neon around the room. There are no bodies, no shapes, and the sound, it adjusts as well. The tempo drops lower, the bass deeper, yet slower. It’s a sexy sway of words.

“We’re just dancing, right?” My voice is far raspier than it should be. “Like everyone else?”

“Yeah.” His tease is heavy, and he presses himself into me. “Just like everyone else.”

My arms come up to loosely drape over Ransom’s shoulders, and his gaze locks on mine.

The three of us sway to the beat, our bodies following each other’s and the room begins to warm.

Or that’s how it feels.

My blood is pumping fiercely, my skin hot, and my body is in complete control of me now.

My core pulses heavily, growing wilder as my fingers slide along Ransom’s neck, discovering the barren beat his thumps to, at twice the speed of mine.

My lips part, and the pads of his fingers dig into me, the heat of his hands felt beneath the fabric of my dress.

My ass cheeks clench and Beretta’s hand comes around to grip my chin, jerking my head to the side so he can meet my eyes.

His are tight at the corners, narrowed, and flying between mine, but just as quickly, they snap forward to Ransom’s.

Before he can release me, Arsen is standing at our sides, two shot glasses in his hands.

Arsen’s knuckle glides along my jaw, guiding my head back, so I’m propped against Beretta’s shoulder, my cheekbone lined with his jaw.

Arsen slips closer, and Beretta’s arm wraps around his shoulder as he lifts the shot glass to my lips and waits.

I open my mouth and he pours the clear, warm liquid down my throat. Beretta takes the other right after, his face grazing along mine.

With my head dropped the way it is, his lips are at the edge of my view, right there for me to watch as his tongue slips out, teasing the corner of his mouth, and I must attempt to reach for him, because the next thing I know, my wrist is caught in flight.

My head snaps upright and Ransom tugs me toward him again, but this time, he pulls my body flush to his.

There’s no space to move, no air to breathe.

Or there is, but it’s a shared air. A thick, asphyxiating air that allows no room for reason, only room for him.

His blue eyes blaze, bright and brilliant, drowning my own.