By Right of Your Birth

Dasha realized he couldn’t take his greedy eyes off her. Meanwhile the man drew even closer by a couple more steps, even though Dasha clearly knew he was doing it on purpose—slowly. He could have moved much faster.

And… killed them all in just a few seconds. But for some reason he hesitated.

“Did he go crazy, man? Go on—where were you going!” the third one from the gang called out—the “silent one,” as Dasha had named him.

“I think the girl doesn’t want to get undressed,” the stranger smirked—and finally, he looked at her closely.

Dasha held her breath. Her lungs were bursting under pressure. Her pulse was pounding in her temples. Something inside her flared up like fire, tightened into an insane, scorching spiral of lava.

“Close your eyes,” he said suddenly, with a murmuring, velvety voice—and Dasha, as if under hypnosis, obeyed.

* * *

He was silent. He watched her and was silent.

“Did you choose?” the Wild one muttered hoarsely, with his voice somehow changed.

“You,” Dasha nodded—and she was the first to extend her palm, to touch the tips of her fingers to his tanned skin.

The predator flinched, as if struck by an electric shock.

“Remember this: I gave you a chance to run,” the man rumbled. He slowly raised his hands, but didn’t touch the girl—he leaned over, braced his fists on the wall, crushing her into dust.

“I’ll run in the morning,” Daryana promised, and on tiptoe almost touched his firm masculine lips with a kiss.

* * *

She’s promised to someone else, but one night with a stranger changed everything…