“You’re following me,” I said with conviction. He might be more dangerous than I thought…and I liked it. So much so that I felt wet between my legs as I tugged myself from his grasp and pushed through the people. Come after me, I willed in my mind, hoping. The dance floor was packed tighter than ever before. I had to force my way through sweat-slick bodies as I headed towards the back of the club.

I felt him behind me, a repeat of the red-eyed man from the restaurant. My heart rate picked up and I felt his presence keeping pace, coming closer. This time though, I wanted to be caught. I found the wall and turned around, gasping as Viktor was suddenly there, pushing me against the wall, his eyes painting strokes of lust across my body. He ground his hips against mine and hitched my leg up.

“Show me what you look like when you come,” he purred into my ear, his hot breath trailing down my neck, his fingers latching on to my wrist and holding the arm above my head. I groaned as he ground his hard length between my legs. A sensual dance with one goal in mind. His large body pinned mine to the wall, moving against it like a beast in heat. I felt teeth scrape my shoulder and felt a growl against my skin. I moaned, pressing my free hand into his dark hair.

The dancers moved around us, some watching, some ignoring. This wasn’t an outlandish scene in a club like this. Viktor pulled back and looked me over, from my holographic hair to the tips of my nipples straining against my thin shirt. He kept grinding against me as his eyes settled on my face. I watched as he copied my expressions, his mouth opening and breath staggering out in time with mine.

His eyes creased when mine did. One of his hands slipped between the wall and me and he encouraged my body to press and sway in the same exact motion as his.

“Fuck,” I moaned and a moment later he silently mouthed the same word, as if attempting to copy me. I felt goosebumps on my skin. His temporary obsession was powerful, a force overwhelming me and blocking out everyone else. I groaned as he grabbed my other leg, hitching them both around his hips.

“Show me everything,” he demanded, ending in a growl. I was going to come like a teenager, dry humping in desperation and hormone-fueled passion. I was surprised when it actually happened, his rock cock rubbing against my clit enough to make me grip his suit jacket in my fists and cry out.

Viktor’s eyes widened as if in shock as he scanned every square inch of my face. His fingers immediately found their way inside me, pushing past the entrance and burying deep.

“I can feel it,” he said in astonishment as his fingers pressed into my pulsing core, giving me something to clamp down on. A hand came to my face and he traced my expression—the lines of my eyebrows, the creases at my eyes, the shape of my mouth, and the point of my chin.