Kimber Chin

One short conversation and her greatest fear was conquered. She felt drunk with relief. “Markus.” Cora moved around his big body. He looked tired. “Thank you so-”

“It was nothing,” he interrupted. “He won’t bother you again.”

“Then I won’t have to leave.” She could stay. She peeked up at Markus. Did he want her to stay?

“The club’s closed.” He wouldn’t meet her gaze. “You have to leave.”

“Do I?” She touched his arm. There wasn’t an inch of softness in his body. “Do I have to leave?”

“There’s a reason Peluzo was scared of me.” He moved away from her. “You’d be smart to be scared also.”

She followed him, not allowing him his retreat.  She had heard the rumors about him.  It wasn’t shocking that some of them were true. ”You would hurt me?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“Never.” The denial was fast and vehement. Dark eyes flashed. “Not intentionally.” He ran his fingers through his black hair. “I’ve done some bad things, Cora. Nothing will ever change that.”  He sounded sure, as though he had tried to make amends but failed.

“If you hadn’t done those bad things, I would be dead right now.”  He may have taken lives but he had given hers back.  “Instead I’m alive. Alive and free!”  She tossed back her head and laughed, pure joy shooting through her veins. After all these years, she was free. She could do whatever she wanted, love whomever she wished.

What she wanted to do now was dance, for Markus. She swayed to the music in her mind.  “This calls for a celebration.”  She lifted her hands in the air, swiveling her hips. He watched her with those dark brooding eyes. “Dance with me, Markus.”  She was too happy to dance alone.  

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Cora.” His right foot drummed against the dancefloor, adding a beat she could move to.

“I’m asking you to dance.” She was asking him to give them a chance. Once he saw how they moved together, he’d know, as she did, that they were meant to be together. “Dance with me.” She pulled at his hand. His skin was warm and rough.

He refused to move, standing there like an unscaleable wall. “You don’t understand. If I dance with you, I may never let you go.”  

“I’m counting on it.”  She placed one of his big hands on her hip.  She felt his heat through her clothes.  “Because I’m not letting you go.” She leaned forward, brushing his hips with hers.  “Ever,” she whispered into his ear.

His mouth dropped. His body hardened.

Cora smiled her sexiest smile. “Show me your moves, Markus.”  She wiggled.  His hand tightened on her hip.  “Let me see what you have.” 

“I’ll show you moves.”  He swung her around.  She laughed.  She knew it would be like this.  “Moves you’ve never seen before.”  He drew her close to him, her softness cradled against his hard frame.  “Brace yourself, Cora.”  His lips covered hers.   

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