Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

I bite the inside of my lip and glance out to the dance floor. It’s been so long since I danced with anyone. The last time was with Eric. We’d sneak away from everyone and go dancing. Since then if I ever come anywhere like this I just hung out by the bar or in one of the booths.

I look back to Tristan, my handsome stranger, and find myself nodding my head in acceptance.

“Okay, I’ll dance with you.”

The corners of his mouth lift into a smooth sexy smile that speak of wild sexual promises. It makes my mouth water. I’m inclined to think from that scandalous look in his eyes that he’s thinking of a little more than dancing.

I am too and I can’t help it. I’m not sure who would be able to resist the thoughts I’m having of this man and with that pensive stormy gaze that could charm a nun out of her panties.

“Vodka on the rocks,” he says to the bartender and I smile. “What about you?” he asks.

I shake my head. I had a cocktail. The last thing I need to be is drunk tonight. I need to get back to Sacha in one piece.

“I already had a drink and I have to drive back home. I’ll have water.”

He nods and the bartender saunters away to get our drinks.

“Vodka on the rocks sounds like you,” I mutter.

“I think so too.”

Our drinks arrive and he takes a big swig of his then sets it back down on the counter. I drink all my water as it’s only a little glass. I expect him to drink more of his, but he stands and stretches out his hand to take mine.

“Time to dance, Bellezza,” he says.

I take his hand and allow him to lead me out to the dancefloor where the music envelopes us.

It’s a club mix I haven’t heard before, but smooth and sexy. The beat and the vibe make me move, but I watch him standing before me looking like the definition of perfection.

I might not have danced like this in a while, but my body remembers how to move. It’s not hard to get lost in the beat when he slips his arm around my waist and his fingers caress me, enticing me to move closer.

It’s not hard to get lost in him when I do move closer and we start dancing like we’ve done this a million times.

Christ… the man moves like he was born to dance. The rhythm flows through him and soon it flows through me too. I can’t resist the lure to move closer, be closer. So close my breasts brush over his chest and my nipples tighten painfully with need.

He turns me around so my back is to him and slips his arm around me. I wiggle my hips over him, moving the way he guides me and suddenly I can’t hear the music anymore. It’s just him and me and I know I can’t do this but at the same time I don’t want to stop either. I definitely don’t want to stop when he presses me to him, and I feel the bulge of his arousal pressing into my ass.

He holds me there like he wants me to feel it.

I turn my head to glance up at him. At that he twists me out of the beat then pulls me back so that my hands press against the hard steal walls of his chest.

My mouth waters at the feel of him beneath my fingertips and what springs to my mind when I think of what it would feel like to kiss him.

He leans close to my ear as the music dips low and his hot breath caresses my skin.

“Be careful, Bellezza, I may get the wrong idea if you look at me like that,” he warns.

“What idea?” I ask

His cheek brushes over mine and we stop moving.

“You felt me Isabella. What ideas do you think I have when you dance with me like that?”

He moves back and smiles. I’m not sure what to say or do.

“I’m sorry,” I reply still unsure.

“Are you? Answer me truthfully.” That smile beckons me to be honest.