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Samantha didn't really fit in with the other people who moved so uninhibitedly on the dance floor and, just like her, tried not to think for once. She wore neither a provocative dress nor an elaborate hairstyle. Still, whenever she opened her eyes a bit, she saw the looks of a few men staring at her. They were intrigued and wondered who she was and how to get her to spend the night with them. She had always been aware of these intentions.

Men had looked at her like that since she was sixteen. From her father to her schoolmates. And with a shudder she remembered that Killian once had to smack her math teacher's nose until he bled, because he had subtly but clearly given her to understand that how she could fix her miserable math grades.

She had always been pretty, with her long, almost white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim figure. She was used to those looks and could ignore them. And so did she. Always anxious to stay in Dominic's field of vision, she turned to the music and closed her eyes again. Almost immediately, she was reminded of the feelings she'd felt the last time she'd closed her eyes in trust. Killian's demanding lips on hers.

His hands on her breasts and between her thighs. Excitement welled up in her and the soft sigh that escaped her mouth was swallowed by the music. It didn't even reach their own ears. In her mind she replayed the scene remembered the velvety hardness that had twitched in her hand as Killian's moans aroused her.

It wasn't real, just a fantasy amidst the intoxicating maelstrom of dance, which nonetheless caused her to get wet. The t-shirt suddenly felt uncomfortably rough against her skin, and every time she turned and felt her own hair on her bare arms, it felt like a lover's tender touch. She could hardly believe what Killian had awakened in her.

Samantha had never been one to indulge in sexual daydreams and here she was on the dance floor in the midst of a dance-crazed crowd, indulging in her kinky fantasies about her brother while other men watched. Sam gasped as she realized that her silly twists and turns had turned into something sensual, something tantalizing that just screamed that she wanted to have sex. As soon as possible.

And when they opened their eyes again, the men's gazes were filled with silent desire and far greater interests. Samantha smiled, for the first time feeling flattered at being wanted and feeling wanted. As if a knot had burst in her. On a rational level, she had always known that sex could be something incredibly beautiful, but she had been so tense and too traumatized to allow such desires. Killian's fingers had given her security and the first orgasm of her life, which she desperately wanted to have again.

And with sensuous eyes she remembered his promise how he would bring her to climax next time - and she him. She brought her hand to her mouth, smirking and giggling softly as she turned on her own axis.

Lively and high-spirited, as was her habit, she suddenly found that a man was standing inches from her, staring at her with a mixture of fascination and confusion. He was about as tall as Killian, but had short, slightly wavy black hair and deep-set, dark eyes that looked like opals in an unpretty but manly rough face. She could already see slight wrinkles around his eyes, which led her to guess his age in his early or mid-thirties.

His build was more wiry and muscular than a runner's and she could damn well imagine that a lot of women would give anything to feel that body on them. He carried an aura of coolness and malevolence that some women would find challenging—if you were into that cold sort of man. Sam didn't. She only found that badboy aura in one man, and only because she knew he would never hurt her: Killian.

"You're Samantha," the guy said, looking down at her like she was an amazing little monkey. He didn't seem like the type of man who would try to touch her, there was something clinically distant in his voice and his gaze slid away not for a second from her face. She was still nodding with that unconscious, sensual smile on her lips and for a moment she couldn't help but that flirtatious mood rose in her and reflected briefly in her eyes before she could push it back. She had promised Killian.

"You shouldn't be acting like a cat in heat in the middle of the dance floor." Samantha grinned broadly and became belligerent. She didn't know this guy and right now she didn't want to know why he thought he was asking something like that of her.

" Who are you, my brother? I would remember this if there was another vicious bulldog determined to protect me." The mention of her brother and his wild instinct to protect her should have scared him away. But he just frowned and the next moment she felt a huge hand on her shoulder and she was pushed aside.

Gideon's tall and bulky figure, which always reminded her of a wrestler, slid into view and then there was Dominic, who pulled her off the dance floor and pushed her towards the small door that takes them to the private part of the club would.

"Go to Killian!" he said harshly and Samantha turned to him angrily. She wouldn't let herself be sent away like a toddler just because another man had spoken to her Samantha turned pale to see Dom pull a handgun from his boots and cock the safety. This wasn't a suggestion of flirtation on her part, that much was certain.

And if it wasn't her, then it was the man , who had spoken to her.

"Who is he?", Samantha asked, fascinated by the skill with which Dominic was preparing for the worst. He just growled a name and when Samantha finally put it together over the noise, her blood froze. Sebastian.