The stolen affection

chaotic symphony of honking cars, flashing billboards, and

ht air biting against her skin. She had just finished another grueling shift at La Vie en Rose, a high-

long hours, dealing with difficult customers, and saving every pe

e sting of betrayal that still lingered from th

Ben

out to be nothing more than a selfish liar. He had cheated, stolen from h

Tonight, she wanted to feel something-anythin

lking into Club Euphoria, one of the

seductive lighting. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, alcohol, and desperation.

her world. But something-perhaps the achin

she s

nlike a

Mor

rved the crowd. There was something about him-an aura of power, danger, and control that made him

breath

ay his black suit molded to his muscular frame, the cold, calculating w

warning in her mind,

gaze, his piercing

he world around

urling into something that wasn't quite

been the type to take risks, but t

ess her actions, she found

was different from the women who usually threw themselves at him. There was a quiet hesit

rest

m. "Lost, dolcezza?" His voice was smooth, r

llowed.

. "Or maybe you we

hless laugh. "And why wo

ever so slightly. "Because you're running from something.

is words. She was running-running from t

night, she could let

she let her actions speak for

w, amused. "Coraggios

le. Without another word, he led her through a private exit,

ss what was happening before

m, possessive, as they gripped her waist, pulling her closer. She

this before-like she was drowning

me in a long time, s

elt a

ornin

g a soft glow on Aria's bare skin. She stirred slightly, the unfamilia

ty came cr

breath hitching as she t

m. Silk sheets. A breathtak

ho was both dangerous an

Mor

ay he had claimed her with a dominance that left her breathless. The way sh

unded. What

the sheet around her as she scanned the roo

r dress, a deep voice sen

so soon,

fr

up on one elbow, his chiseled torso on full dis

roat w

d go," she ma

s tousled dark hair. "Why rush? You did

ed. "Last night

sheets slipping down his waist, revealing more of his sculpted b

h hitched. "

pping to a husky whisper. "Tell

No. M

idn't

as dangerous-not just because of who he

grabbed her dress and

expression. He could have stopped he

let h

r

m this wasn't the last ti

e was

e reckless night would turn into

ing pe

her of them we