Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack.
"That's for spray painting my car," I said.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman."
"Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her...
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Esmeralda's POV
The rush of adrenaline from my little stunt faded as I drove away from the warehouse, but the thrill of confronting Caleb only fueled my determination. I wasn't going to let him push me aside; I would show him just how irresistible I could be.
That night, I slipped into a tight black dress that hugged my curves, accentuating every inch of my body. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, leaving a few strands to frame my face. I needed to look effortlessly sexy, the kind of look that made heads turn and left boys craving. I knew Caleb would be out, and I wanted to give him something to remember.
The club was packed with bodies moving to the pulsating beat, the air thick with sweat and desire. I found my way to the bar, ordering a drink and scanning the crowd until my eyes landed on him—Caleb, leaning against a wall, surrounded by his gang, his eyes dark and brooding.
As if he sensed my gaze, he looked up, his expression shifting from annoyance to something much more primal. I smirked, feeling the power shift in my favor. I tossed my drink back and sauntered toward him, every step calculated to make my hips sway just enough to draw his attention.
"Look who it is," I purred, leaning against the wall beside him. "The big bad wolf, lurking in the shadows. Shouldn't you be out terrorizing the village or something?"
"Esmeralda," he gritted through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. "What do you want? You're not supposed to be here."
I leaned closer, letting my body brush against his. "Oh, but I think I am. I heard you might be needing some... entertainment." My voice dripped with seduction, and I could feel his tension crackling in the air between us.
"I don't need a distraction," he snapped, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. The way his breath hitched when I got closer told me he was lying.
"Sure you don't," I teased, my lips curving into a smirk. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I knew he was fighting an internal battle. "How's your car? I hope the paint job is holding up."
His eyes darkened, a flash of anger and desire crossing his features. "You think this is a game? You have no idea what you're playing with, Esmeralda."
"Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing," I replied, my voice low and sultry. I reached up, my fingers trailing down his chest, teasingly slow. "But tell me, what's a bad boy like you going to do about it?"
Without warning, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. "You're treading dangerous ground, princess."
"Maybe I like a little danger," I whispered, my breath mingling with his. The club faded into the background, the chaos around us dimmed as I locked eyes with him, the world around us disappearing.
Then, just like that, the moment shattered. He pushed me back, the fire in his gaze shifting to frustration. "You need to leave."
I laughed, a low, seductive sound. "Not a chance. I'm just getting started." I turned to walk away, throwing a glance back at him over my shoulder, letting him see the sway of my hips.
Caleb's POV
I clenched my fists as Esmeralda walked away, her confidence radiating like a beacon. She was playing with fire, and I was dangerously close to getting burned. The way she teased, knowing exactly how to push my buttons—it drove me insane.
"Dude, you're seriously going to let her get to you?" one of my gang members nudged me. "You look like you're about to implode."
I shot him a glare, irritation boiling under my skin. "Shut the hell up. She's a distraction, nothing more."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that," he laughed. "She's got you wrapped around her little finger, man."
I wanted to deny it, but the truth was, Esmeralda had me craving her in a way I couldn't understand. The more she pushed, the more I wanted her, and that was dangerous.
"Focus on the plan," I snapped, turning my attention back to the gang. But my thoughts were consumed by her—her laughter, the way she challenged me, the taste of her lips that haunted me.
But as I watched her mingle with other guys, laughing and dancing provocatively, a surge of possessiveness erupted in my chest. The thought of someone else touching her made my blood boil. She was mine—she just didn't know it yet.
The club became a blur of bodies and flashing lights, but all I could see was her. I felt the urge to claim her, to show her exactly what she was getting into. I couldn't let her roam free like this, tempting fate, drawing attention.
I shoved my way through the crowd, following her to the dance floor, where she moved with effortless grace, her body swaying to the beat. The way she danced was intoxicating, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin from across the room.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her against me, my body pressing against hers. "You think you can just do whatever the hell you want?" I growled, my voice low enough for only her to hear.
"Why not?" she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You like it."
"You're asking for trouble," I warned, but the way my heart raced told me I was already in too deep.
She leaned closer, whispering in my ear, "Maybe I want you to give me trouble."
In that moment, all the walls I'd built came crashing down. I wanted to give in to the temptation, to drown in her chaos and make her mine. But I couldn't forget my plan, the stakes involved. I wouldn't lose myself in her, even if she was everything I craved.
Esmeralda's POV
The tension between us was electric, and I reveled in the way I had him wrapped around my finger. But I knew I had to keep pushing him, keep the heat rising until he couldn't resist me any longer.
"Come on, Caleb," I teased, pulling away just enough to make him crave more. "Don't you want to show me how bad you can be?"
He inhaled sharply, his gaze darkening with desire and frustration. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."
"Then let's play," I said, my voice dripping with challenge. I stepped back, eyes locked on his, and let my body sway to the music, daring him to follow.
He was right; I was a distraction, and I loved every second of it.
