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“Soon, I will make you a star.”
Creed’s words burned into me the entire time the cabbie drove to the posh hotel where the party was being held. I’d indulged in the ride instead of walking the six blocks because of the light mist as well as the fear I had that my mystery man would creep from the shadows, making good on his promise. Plus, I was wearing heels, something I wasn’t used to.
The dress fit perfectly and as the cabbie made a left turn, I took a quick glance out the window, brushing the palm of my hand down the silky material. I’d spent way too much on it, almost a hundred dollars, which wasn’t like me at all. Not when every dime had to go to my mother’s care. However, it was the nicest gift I’d been given my entire life.
I’d earned it.
And this night.
The group of expensive hotels loomed in the distance, their bright lights reminding me that for all the luxury my mother had amassed over the years, she’d lost it all because of bad decisions. Maybe that’s why I hated the limelight most of the time. Maybe I’d had my breakthrough after all. I sat back, nervous as a kitty cat and I wasn’t certain why, other than I couldn’t help wondering if Creed was going to be at the event.
Why wouldn’t he be? It was obvious he was someone of importance in the ballet world and not just because he and his brothers were funding a building. I had to admit I was impressed by that. I pressed my hand across my lips, thinking about his, which were rosy red and very delectable. The man was what fantasies were made of.
It was so very wrong of me to remain tingling all over since meeting Creed in the dressing room, but I couldn’t seem to get the delicious and powerful man off my mind.
I closed my eyes, the vibrations of the engine humming between my legs. As soon as Creed’s face washed into my mind once again, I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning. Why was my pussy was throbbing so much? A tiny bead of perspiration was threatening to trickle down the side of my face. Suddenly, the dark visions of a sultry fantasy played out as if it was happening at this very moment.
“Come to me,” he growled from the shadows, the flickering light of the dozen candles barely illuminating his sculpted features.
I found myself obeying his command, longing for his touch. As I crept closer, I could feel his desire intensifying, the look on his face utterly carnivorous. When he gripped my jaw, I was floored at his electrifying touch, my legs quivering as he’d promised they would be. “Oh,” I moaned, wishing I could control myself around the dangerous man, but it was impossible.
“I can’t wait to taste you all over, my sweet Bella. My perfect dancer.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“Yes, you are. In every way. And I’m going to keep you that way no matter what I need to do.” He lowered his head, crushing his mouth over mine. I was immediately swept up in the roar of passion, the burning desire that I knew couldn’t be denied.
He shifted his other hand over my shoulder, crawling his fingers slowly down my back. As he cupped my buttocks, dragging me onto my tiptoes, I shivered from the feel of his thick cock pressing between my legs.
As he’d promised, he wasn’t taking no for an answer, the kiss an explosion of fire and animalistic hunger. He wasn’t holding back, taking what he believed belonged to him. As he thrust his tongue inside, I was captivated by the hold he had over me. Every cell was on fire, every muscle aching.
When he pulled away, we were both breathing raggedly, his expression of lust and unbridled need keeping me hypnotized. As he fisted my hair, yanking me back into a deep arc, I issued a series of whispered moans. Using his teeth, he ripped down my dress, exposing both nipples. Another laugh rushed from the depths of his being, the primal sound unlike anything I’d ever heard.
And just before he growled, engulfing then biting down on my nipple, he whispered words that I would never, ever forget.
“You will surrender to my every need.”
“Miss. Did you hear me? Are you okay? You’re not having a seizure, are you?”
“What?” I’d been so lost in the dark fantasy that I hadn’t realized the cab had stopped moving. The bead of perspiration times two slowly rolled down the length of my cheek as I blinked to try to focus once again. The fantasy had seemed so real, so raw.
“I said we’re at your destination.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Do you need me to call someone?”
At first, I couldn’t speak, my entire body shaking as I touched my lips. Only as the images started to fade was I able to open the door and climb out, fumbling to find money in my purse. Why was I so nervous? So excited? It wasn’t like me in the least.
“No, I’m perfectly fine. Thank you,” I said to the man after paying the fare and tipping him, standing on the sidewalk for a few seconds and basking in the moment. The ballet company, in conjunction with a couple of investors had gone all out for the party, renting the ballroom and providing the guests with the most fabulous treats. I’d seen the menu, shocked at what was being served. The open bar already called to me, even though I shouldn’t be drinking.
I was nervous for no apparent reason other than Creed’s face haunted me, his eyes still burning into my skin. I was flushed and aching, my nipples still hard. Why? Why had the man pulled complete arousal from the darkness of my being?
As I walked inside, I could swear eyes were on me, or maybe I was just imagining it. But I could tell as I headed for the elevators, the various men standing in different locations inside the massive lobby were paying very close attention to what I was doing.
And where I was going.
Maybe Creed had bodyguards who went with him everywhere. I had read somewhere that he was a multibillionaire. What would a man like that, someone who was an obvious catch for any woman want with me? I was just a simple girl, not even that attractive. At least in my mind.