The Heirs: Cold-Hearted

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Zane

Tate's phone buzzes.

"Gen told me she's going back towards the restrooms just in case he's watching her. She doesn't want him to see us."

"Smart cookie," I grin, finishing off my drink.

After a moment, Aleks gets up, "I'll go find her. Then we're getting the fuck out of here."

"Aw, come on! The night is young!" I joke.

Tate giggles and rolls her eyes at me.

Aleks disappears with his own eye roll, although he seems a lot less entertained by me.

"Such a stick the mud," Tate giggles.

"I'll toast to that."

"Cheers," Tate says, holding up a glass. I click my glass with hers and both of us down the vodka soda. "Come on."

She gets up and grins at me, offering her hands.

"I want to dance with you again."

God, she's melting my fucking heart.

"We're on a very serious mission, Tatiana."

"Exactly. My blood is hot."

"Fuck..." I mutter. I practically run after her to the dark dance floor. She turns, pressing her backside against my front as she dances to the music. I grab her hips and grind myself against her.

She's fucking heaven.

Tate whips her dark hair around as she moves her body, driving me wild.

I pull her back against me, "God, I want you."

"Then take me?" she grins over her shoulder.

This fucking devil.

I bite the side of her neck where I've left several hickeys now.

She gasps, wrapping her arm around the back of my neck and holding me closer. I suck down on her flesh and groan at the perfect taste of her.

Everything. She is everything.

I run my hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up, squeezing her inner thigh.

"YA tak khochu tebya trakhnut'," I grunt into her ear.

I want to fuck you so bad.

Tate whimpers as she presses her backside against my hard cock.

"Then do it, Sokolov. Take me to the bathroom..." she pants.

"No fucking way. I'm not fucking you in some gross ass bathroom. I'm taking you in bed, locked away from prying ears so no one can hear the way I make you scream my name. All. Night."

"God..." she moans as I attack her neck with kisses once again.

I have no idea how long we dance on the floor together, but eventually Imogen and Aleks appear, looking more than ready to leave.

My bad.

I lose track of time with this woman. I can't help it.

I grip her waist as I lead her through the club. As soon as we hit the crisp fall air, Tate inhales sharply. Aleks instantly lights a cigarette as he storms off to the car.