Page 6 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
Letting go of everything.
Mila laughs and wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me close, and we dance together. Our smiles are broad, and my cheeks are hurting from how happy I feel.
Of course, it doesn’t take long for Arseni and his brothers to return. They slide up next to us on the dance floor. Mila grins as she steps away from me, and Arseni slips his arm around my waist and tries to pull me close against his broad chest. “We’ve got a VIP table reserved if you want to go and chill with me there?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I really want to dance for now,” I shout, trying to step back a little.
“I’ll dance with you then,” he says, stepping closer again.
Maybe I should just dance with him. He’s not asking me to marry him or run away with him. It’s innocent.Except is it ever innocent with men?
I roll my eyes and decide to just enjoy myself. If he gets hands-on, I’ll deal with it.
Turning my back to Arseni, I create a little space between us. He slips his arm around my waist, but before he can make any real moves, I look up to find the most fucking incredibly hot guy standing right in front of me.
He grins at me. A wickedly devilish smile that instantly has my heart racing. My mouth drops open, and I quickly press it closed again and try to hide my shock at his insane fucking hotness.
Holy shit. Is this what it feels like when you meet a guy worth getting into trouble for?
The guy’s eyes play over me for a second before he reaches around me, his body pressing into me, his cologne stealing into my lungs, and he shakes Arseni’s hand.
“Hey man, long time. How are you?” he says, his deep voice is commanding and captivating, and made of pure authority.
“Dio, man, what a great surprise!” Arseni sounds excited. “My brothers are here, if you want to say hi?”
“Let’s all grab a drink,” Dio says.
I’m nodding, even though I don’t know if I’m invited.
Dio throws me a half smile, and all over again, heat is rippling through every inch of me.
“Would you care to join us?” he asks, holding out his hand to me.
I slip my fingers into his, and he shakes my hand.
“Angel,” I murmur, nodding.
“Hi, Angel, I’m Diomid,” he purrs like a wild cat. A lion, dangerous and filled with warning.
Behind me, I hear Arseni groan as he steps away from me, unwrapping his arm from my waist. Apparently, Diomid is a stronger hunter. Higher in the wolf pack of men. Arseni didn’t even try and fight for my attention.
Not that he stood a chance against this guy.
Diomid leads me toward the bar with his hand on my lower back and my heart racing.
“What are you drinking, Angel?” he asks.
“Vodka soda and a splash of passion fruit.” Why can’t I stop staring at him? Also, where is everyone else? I glancebehind me and see Mila talking to Luka and Arseni. They’re laughing and enjoying themselves. I guess Arseni wasn’t too bothered and has moved on to the next option. Boys will be boys.
My eyes trace over Dio’s heavy frame. His thick forearms and broad shoulders. This isn’t a boy. This is a man.
His grey-blue eyes pierce into me, as though he’s reading my soul.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he remarks.
“Maybe you just weren’t paying attention,” I sass, grinning.
“Oh no, little angel, I’m paying attention,” he says, his voice full of suggestion.
