Claimed By Midnight

upon the city, fa

skin, soaked and wrinkled by the rain. Her heels were probably ruined too. Her makeup had j

the dress, not the rain, and not the cold win

losses were

eing normal. One message, meant for some

ne in twenty-

riend. Her safe

oor and had her fill of a sight-his shirt lying on the floor, her so-called best friend's heels crooked in the hallway,

ng. But the worst part, mayb

t n

t, no tears. Just her phone and purse, and a heart-deep a

side Club Lucid, a place she had

e obsessive pictures for attention. No, this is that kind of pl

still. She met his hollow and burning eyes. Witho

f intimate. It was a slow, pulsing heartbeat that traveled through th

he air accompanied by low

perfume, whisk

at the bar with not

mething that bu

oward her without asking for I

hitting in the solar plexus. She wanted more. Not of the d

d down alongside her. "Rough night?"

a flat look

slightly, and he

r cut and with a flashier air

ed calm dignity that l

d with. She was here to lose herself-to forget wh

n she f

saw him, sh

sitting in a velvet booth, sipping on some dark liquor, just glaring into her as if he

sharp. Intens

n they looked in each other's eyes, A

e looked away.

st a tilt of his head-and she felt dar

arms as if gravity w

eat. She didn't know this man. Didn't even know his name. But the way

wore an expensive suit, sans tie, an unbuttoned collar on his shirt. W

t and simply ex

No intro

the heat between them sizzl

ded doors through a back hallway to a priva

ad in black silk

he door b

her own breath. Her soaked dress clung to her thig

er drew cl

asked, his voice low and ro

gaze. Her body was tr

she whi

issed

perate. A moving agreement between two

and then to her back, draw

his hair as he forced her against

away. Moans esca

a bit of her memory s

ust made her c

is name, and he didn

othing to do wit

ut what th

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