a's

e intense. Dim, sultry lighting washed everything in shades of crimson and violet. Bodies moved rhythmically on the dancefloor, some pressed too

a muttered, eyes

grinned. "This plac

and a leather skirt came over, and Fiona ordered them both cocktails. Aria didn

ona hissed.

ing for another drink. "I need

out drunk won't

ut it sure as

er seen her like this. Aria was usually calm, soft-spoken, the one who

gulping down another shot.

reath

idnight in a room full of candles. Tall. Broad shoulders. A black shirt hugged his chest, sleeves rolled just enough to show powerful forearms. His dark

smile. Di

mply w

ble, scanned the dance floor

e pa

. Aria's chest tightened, her lips parting slightly. But before she could proces

more than Mar

et him," Aria

blinked

cing. "Upstairs. Black shirt

her face paled. "No. Aria, no.

care. I

're d

grabbing her clutch. "

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," she said, a

moment she walked in,

with alcohol, but still holding something stubborn... raw. An

eres

ed when Damian De L

him. Loud music. Desperate bodies. Empty conversations. But som

she was

s guards told her, arm

him," she said w

little

Damian said, vo

ith a sway that screamed she was drunk, bu

ew feet from him

o come up here," he said, t

what I want,

ough it was more mo

actly is it t

Yo

came without

ble beside him. His height towered over her. He didn't touch her,

a whisper. "I'm not sure you k

" she r

e. I could break

t made o

mirk f

oung lady. I'm not someone y

are you?"

dn't a

urned away, br

ning," she s

used m

he asked, no

hatever you felt

owly, eyes narrow

o forget what

mained

r voice cracked but she steadied it. "So yeah. I might be reckless right

anger?" he asked,

ow you

t her for a

t her again. This t

s. Women reached for him. No response. They tried

ward the empty

seen what I

'll ge

allway was dim, shadows flickering across the walls from the soft golden lights. Damian's broad ba

ond, my heart hammering in my chest. Then I saw it, Restroom. He w

h?" Damian said, his voice a deep

d yanked me inside, his movements sharp but careful. The door clicked shut be

ve cologne and something darker, more primal. His black shirt hugged every part of his chest and abs perfectly,

ed back.

doing, young lady? Are yo

words. My eyes were glued to his chest, to

g to you. Why are

et his gaze.