And what Ross wanted, Ross always got.
He stood like a king on his domain, the center of every gaze in the club, as if the dim lights and the pulsing music bent themselves to his will.
Ella's sexy body was plastered on him, her cheeks flushed, her breathing shallow.
She knew what was about to happen, and so did everyone else watching.
But instead of shying away, she even moved her hips trying to take more of his cock—drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Ross reached out, one massive hand sliding around her waist.
The moment his fingers touched her skin, a wave of heat rolled through her body.
The crowd shifted, forming a loose circle, not because anyone asked them to, but because instinct told them that they were about to witness something unforgettable.
No phones came out. Whispers buzzed through the air.
Then, with slow, deliberate force, he began guiding her down even further.
