Chapter 5

His hand pulled her tighter and went lower. His hands, rough yet possessive, roamed freely over her curves. His lips were at her earlobe; he gave it a suck and told her to shush while his hand traced to her thigh, caressing it; she gasped as his hand slid possessively around her neck, holding it gently, and he kissed her cheek.

In the midst of their dance, Jo whispered words of desire against Chloe’s skin, his voice husky with longing. “Now, Princess, I own this club. Everything here belongs to me,” he said, licking her cheek and placing another kiss. Your moans are turning me on, Princess. You seem to enjoy this dance… and you’re mine,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. All mine.”

Chloe’s heart was racing. What was he doing to her? She was loving how he was holding her, she had never been held like this. This man was so domineering and possessive. What got into her? She wanted to feel his tongue and suck it. She wanted to taste what those lips could do. She w