The Diablo's Hold

Chapter Two

The next morning I quickly dressed for work, the animal shelter two blocks away was my passion.  I loved animals, and in the city, it was as close as I could get to owning my own pets.  As I stepped out of my building, I almost stumbled down the only two steps when I finally noticed a gleaming black and red Harley Davidson with a gorgeous man leaning against it. 

My eyes widened and again I forgot to breath.  Lucian scanned me from the top of my dark hair to the bland white shoes on my feet; bought solely for comfort not fashion. “I told you to stay,” he stated, his arms crossed over his built chest, a chest I had to pull my eyes away from since it was on display in a tight black shirt. 

“I don’t even know you.” I attempted, hoping he would go away.

He glared, “yeah you do.”

My eyebrows rose, “no I don’t,” I tried again, my voice even.

He stood and strode towards me, his stride eating up ground, face a menacing stare.  I quickly back peddled my back colliding with the brick building.  His face loomed inches from mine, it was then I realized just how tall he really was, “Yes. You. Do.” he said lowly, his voice gravelly and delicious.  His dark eyes that I once thought were brown were a deep navy blue. 

My breath shuddered out, his eyes dropped to my lips, his eyes narrowed, “say it sweetheart” he coaxed.

I closed my eyes to his penetrating stare, trying to gain my dignity, “open those eyes and say it.”

His breath brushed my face, smelling of cinnamon and coffee. I opened my eyes slowly, “Lucian.” I whispered.  His features tightened and he brushed a knuckle down my cheek. Pushing away from the wall he straddled his bike and roared down the road leaving me discontented and slightly aroused.

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While at work, Beckie called, begging me to go to a club with her tonight.  She wanted to see Lex, the guy she had been with at the part.  After thirty minutes of pleading and a promise of cupcakes, I caved.  She then stated vehemently that I was to wear a dress and high heels.  I grimaced but Okayed. 

So now, I stood in front my closet wearing a white lace-matching bra and panties.  Knowing I had only one dress, one that Beckie had given to me last year after a failed club attempt with me wearing jeans.  With a sigh, I knew the bra had to go, it was a skintight turquoise dress, the back was bare down to right above my tailbone, the hem ending mid-thigh.  I felt holy uncomfortable as I slipped on the only black stilettos I owned and let my hair curl naturally down my back.  I looked ordinary, nothing drop dead gorgeous like how Beckie was most likely to look, but good enough to pass her test. 

The club was loud and obnoxious with pounding music and strobe lights that cast the club in a kaleidoscope of colors. Bodies bumped and grinded, Beckie was immediately threading her way through the crowd towards the tall, shaggy blonde head of Lex.  A guy with a shaved head asked me to dance and I thought what the hell, I had forgotten my book; and there wasn’t any place to hide in here. 

His hands rested on my hips as the music swayed, and then I was yanked away into a chest.  I started to struggle, panic welled up. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” a familiar gravel toned voice growled in my ear.  I stopped struggling and let myself be dragged away.

He shoved me into and office room, locked the door, and whirled around, his expression thunderous.  I backed quickly up, the back of my thighs hitting the desk, I pushed at his chest.  His hands clamped on my hips, “what do you think you are doing?” he repeated angrily.