Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend

's

:47 p.m.

waiting for a man whose scent still lingered on

d who was both my si

images. Sounds filled the a

taking women, their bodies joining in ways that made my breath catch. I rubbed that sensi

happened out of curiosity or punishment. I couldn'

, not for the strangers on the screen, but for him. For the weight of his lethal hands.

s trip for a whole month just as

rl who used to dance under red lights and crave attention. The girl who

s golden billionaire. The woman who swore loyalty a

heavier when no o

, the air filled with perfume and loneliness. My vibrat

y best friend. "I'm still in Paris. Miss

la

the moment I realized that I was go

closet. Dresses in shades of black and gold stared back at me. I reache

I whispered to myself. "No mor

n't find o

-

name glowed above me-Club Orion. I used to dance here years

ck as a ghost visi

past the crowd, until I reached the VIP section-wh

the manager. The manager blinked

Sincl

tonight,

He never did. After all, the ma

ulse beat faster than the music. As I wrapped my fingers around

d did. The sway, the rhythm, and the slow arch of my back.

dancing for them anyway. I was dancing awa

en-I s

was wearing a loose shirt and pants, and I could see the muscles of his chest.

hest and the other's hand moving lower. But he

he. His gaze was heavy-not the kind that only

, trying to focus on the rhythm of the music, but

harmless curiosity but my bo

d him, heels clicking on marble like

the more my knees

stopped. He leaned back, r

urned back. B

g him. I could feel the hard length of him pressed b

ung to his skin. My hand moved on its own, tracing the hard lines of his chest t

eat. It wasn't supposed to race li

at was I

thing more. But his body called to something wild inside me.

he already knew. His voice, when he finally spoke,

e you've done

hard. "May

and wicked. "And mayb

ckly, breaking the spell. My heart fel

I whispered, mo

and find whatever was l

tep, his hand caught mine.

my back hit the wall beside the sofa. His body pressed clos

t my throat, almost choking me. He

that existed was the h

s lips brushing my e

d you think y

uch for being a

f of Leon, of my vows, and of the life I was s

dim light and under his control,

wanted to be f