Carmen
The bright lights of Havana came into view, the sizzling night just beginning to come alive.
When he came to a stop in the middle of the road, I was surprised. Even more so as he gave me a lust-filled gaze. “Where are we going, princess?”
Another wave of anger rushed into my system, stilting the words as I issued an address. He merely nodded, giving me another intense sweep of his eyes before stepping on the accelerator. Within a few minutes, he’d pulled the car directly in front of the club, leaving it running as he jumped out. I noticed his swagger, as if he was some kind of an important man and huffed.
How was I supposed to get through this night? There was no way my father knew what kind of man he was.
While the valet opened the door, Sebastian pushed the man aside until he had his fingers wrapped around mine. There was no question about whether we’d be allowed entrance. Sebastian simply waved his hand at the bouncers as if he owned the joint, walking past the line of those hoping to gain entrance with flair.
While my father rarely allowed me to date, those who’d taken me out certainly didn’t have the clout or the arrogance.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked as he scanned the facility.
“No. Not yet. And when I do, I only drink champagne. I need to dance.” I didn’t wait for him, taking the opportunity to break away and move onto the vibrantly hued dance floor. Neon light pulsed all around, including the expansive tiled floor. The music was electric, the Latin beat exactly what I needed.
I was surprised to find that he hadn’t trailed behind me like a lap dog, instead taking a seat at a table closest to the dance floor. Within seconds, he was approached by a waiter and all the while, he kept his eyes pinned on me. Fine. I knew the man wouldn’t be able to dance. Assholes never did.
I began moving to the beat, allowing my body to sway in time to the music as I closed my eyes. I could feel the heated bodies surrounding me, crowding my space. When I finally opened my eyes once again, there were several men watching, hungering.
Including Sebastian, his commanding presence drawing his own attention from admirers. He was formidable in every manner, his suave appearance completely separating him from other classes. While his expression was one of amusement, everything else screamed of domination.
Ownership.
To him, I was nothing but a prize for the taking.
I’d never been a tease, had been bred to be a sophisticated lady, but tonight all the rules needed to be broken. And so I danced in a provocative manner, throwing all precaution to the wind. I gave him my most seductive smile, inching closer and closer to the railing separating the dance floor from the seated area. As I grabbed onto the thick metal, using it as a prop and gyrating my hips, he seemed more intrigued, easing forward in the chair.
I licked my lips in an exaggerated fashion as I brushed my palms down from my breasts to my hips, all the while keeping perfect rhythm. My bottom continued to throb but for some crazy reason, the discomfort only added to my seductive moves. There wasn’t a man in the room who wasn’t paying attention, all hoping for an opportunity for a dance. They would have to wait their turn. If the man wanted a show, I’d give him one.
I allowed my dance moves to become even more enticing, finally beckoning with a single finger. His reaction? The same hard, cold stare as if looking straight through me, ready to unwrap the candy inside. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
He would devour me.
Over my dead body.
When he refused to budge, I shifted deeper into the crowd, finally allowing two of the would-be suitors to dance close, their heated bodies wedged against mine. The beat of the music was powerful, the booming beats vibrating every inch of my body. As the men gestured their desires, hands and fingers skimming over portions of my body, I was thrown by the fact that I could only think about Sebastian.
Why?
Why did I find him attractive? Because he was an obvious bad boy trying to prove himself to my father, a dangerous man? I turned away from him entirely, concentrating on enjoying myself.
Until a hand slipped around my neck, fingers squeezing in a possessive manner. The scent of him was incredible, unleashing a shower of goosebumps cascading across my naked skin.
Sebastian pulled me around to face him and the calculated stare he gave both men was telling. He was a man not to be fucked with, especially around a lady.
There was no accurate way to describe how I felt in his muscular arms, his powerful hold as he moved to the beat, merely taking me with him. He was more than just an impressive dancer, he was incredible and practiced, his moves matching his sexy and dangerous persona. He was in full control, turning and twisting me.
And leaving me breathless.
Every part of me tingled as he pulled me close until our lips were almost touching. The weight of his fingers still grasped around my neck was warm and inviting, pulling me into a dark weave of desire that I’d never experienced before.
When the song finally ended, the number of people giving their raucous approval was surprising. There was something about him that troubled me for reasons that had nothing to do with the deal he forced my father to make. Or my attraction. Or the fact he’d spanked me like some bad little girl. My instinct told me that this man could mean the demise of my family. Suddenly, I was filled with apprehension, my throat closing.
“Te deseo. Te anhelo,” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing back and forth across my cheek.
I want you. I crave you.