Third-Person POV.
His hand slid over her bare thigh, gripping her firmly as if anchoring her in place. She moved against him, rolling her hips slowly while the music played in the background. Dustin's jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling as his dick stirred, thick and heavy, pressing up under her.
Daphne felt it. It is hard and undeniable, and it sent a dangerous thrill through her veins. She moved a little slower, her body brushing against him deliberately, her long curled hair spilling over her shoulder and grazing his cheek.
Dustin let out a low breath, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. He didn't ask her name. He didn't need to. All that mattered at that moment was the way she felt on top of him, igniting every restless thought he'd had since the night he first saw her dancing in that bar.
And when the men shouted for the music to get louder, Dustin leaned into her ear and whispered something dark, something that made her pulse skip, his voice dripping with possession.
Dustin leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice husky enough to make her shiver.
"Keep moving like that," he murmured, his grip tightening on her waist, "and I'll take you out of here, bend you over the first surface I find, and make sure everyone hears you scream."
Daphne's breath caught in her throat. She didn't even know his name, he was just a stranger, yet the heat in his tone wrapped around her, dangerous and irresistible.
Her pulse raced, but instead of pulling away, she pressed harder against him, her hips grinding deeper into his lap, answering him without words.
Dustin's smirk widened. He had her exactly where he wanted, burning for more, caught between fear and hunger.
Dustin's POV
Her body is fire on my lap. Every move of her hips sent a jolt straight through me, and I could feel myself straining harder against my pants. She had me like this, like I'd lose my mind if she stopped.
I slid my hand up her thigh, stopping just short of where I really wanted to touch. My other hand gripped her waist, holding her exactly where I needed her. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and danger, and when her hair brushed my face, I nearly lost control.
I bent close to her ear, letting my lips graze her skin. "You feel what you're doing to me, don't you?" I whispered low, almost a growl. "Grinding that perfect little body on my dick like it belongs to you."
She shifted, pressing down harder, and I sucked in a breath, biting back a groan. She had no idea, none that I'd been seeing her in my dreams since that night at the bar, that I'd been jerking my fist pretending it was her mouth, her throat, her tight little body wrapped around me.
I let my hand slide a little higher, my fingers teasing along her hip. "Keep going, sweetheart," I told her, voice rough, dark. "Because the second we're out of this room, you're mine." Every inch of you."
Her eyes flicked to mine, wide and trembling, but she didn't stop moving. If anything, she pushed harder, feeding the beast inside me.
And God, I knew then, I wasn't letting her go tonight.
Third-Person POV
Daphne's lips tingled from his kiss, her body pressed so close she could feel every inch of his arousal hardening beneath her. A flicker of panic flashed in her chest—What am I doing? This isn't part of the plan. She could still hear the muffled laughter of Apollo's friends, the clinking of glasses, the bass of the music vibrating in the background. They were in a room full of people, and yet… it felt like only Dustin existed.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart racing as her thoughts screamed at her to stop. But her body betrayed her, rolling her hips against him, grinding down until a shameless moan spilled out of her throat.
Dustin's grip on her tightened, one hand sliding up her back, the other pressing firmly against her thigh, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. His eyes burned into hers, dark and unyielding.
"You feel that?" he rasped, grinding up against her. "That's what you're doing to me."
Her face flushed hot, torn between fear and desire, but when his thumb brushed her bottom lip, she parted her mouth for him without thinking. The taste of him, the way his tongue demanded hers, melted the last bit of resistance she thought she had.
Still, worry lingered in the back of her mind. This is dangerous. He's a stranger. He doesn't even know me. But the heat pooling low in her belly was stronger than reason. Every moan that slipped from her lips seemed to make him harder, hungrier.
When he pulled away, his breath was rough against her ear, his words low and commanding.
"We're done here. You're coming with me."