Nikki Sloane

It felt like he was everywhere. Inside my body, inside my mind, inside the deepest recesses

“You’re going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to, aren’t you?”

I didn’t hear the crowd as they thundered and cried out at the end of the song. Everything faded from my ears as he set a hand on my cheek, tilted my head toward him, and sealed his mouth over mine.

No one would notice us in a sea of eighteen thousand people, especially when the strips of gold were still raining down, landing on our heads and shoulders. So, the kiss he gave me was safe, but—oh, it wasn’t. His seductive, passionate kiss was incredibly dangerous. It left me feeling adrift and like he was the only thing I could cling to.

I told him I wasn’t going to be anyone’s possession, but maybe I’d been wrong. Because this kiss? It owned me.

“Stay with me tonight,” he shouted in my ear, over the sound of fans screaming for an encore.