It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet. 

There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess. 

She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man's fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of naked longing in his eyes. He didn't blame the man. What man wouldn't be captivated by such a beauty?
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Nervous about assuming control of her father's company, Kelly Darcy relocates to San Francisco. In an attempt to do something she loved one more time before her life changed completely, she volunteers to replace a dancer in her friend, Elizabeth's fashion show and ends up in the arms of Dimitri Collins.

It was supposed to be a one night stand. She didn't have to see him again. But Kelly realizes how wrong she was when Dimitri walks into her father's office... 

And now she has to fight to keep her father's company, while figuring out what she truly feels for Dimitri.

MAKE YOU MINE

And then his mouth softened, and it was no longer a punishment but a reward, and she kissed him back, sliding her arms around his waist, pressing up against him with helpless longing she didn't quite understand. 


She needed to be here. Locked tight against him, his mouth on hers, demanding nothing but complete surrender. She made a quiet little sound in the back of her throat, and surrender it was. His mouth and hands subdued her, not by force but by skilfully using against her own desires. 


He hurriedly stripped them off their clothes and carried her to the bed. Then he kissed her again. The sensual brush of his mouth and hands against her skin induced a voluptuous sense of languor. His tongue skimmed her nipples and ripples of pleasure spread through her body. 


Chapter Five Hundred and Fourty Three