She craves him, but he's forbidden. He desires her, but she's off-limits. In a world where rules dictate their boundaries, how long can they resist the pull of their darkest temptations?"
The club was loud-just how she wanted it. Music thumped against her skin, drowning out the nagging voice in her head telling her to go home, to not do this. But she wasn't listening tonight.
Victoria downed another shot, the burn in her throat a welcome distraction from the real ache inside her. Screw him. Screw the ex who left her raw and humiliated. Screw love. She wasn't looking for feelings tonight. Just hands. Lips. A body to press against hers so she wouldn't have to think.
She swayed onto the dance floor, the alcohol humming in her veins as she moved to the music. Eyes followed her-men drawn to the way her dress clung to her curves, to the unspoken promise in her gaze. She didn't care who she chose. It didn't matter.
Then, she felt him. A stranger. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against his body. He was tall, rough around the edges, and when he leaned in, his breath was warm against her ear. "You looking for trouble, sweetheart?"
She turned in his arms, tilting her head up to meet his smirk. "Something like that."
His fingers skimmed her thigh, sending a shiver through her. Good. She needed this. Needed to feel something, even if it was cheap and fleeting.
"Let's get out of here," he murmured, voice thick with intent.
Victoria grabbed his hand without hesitation.
Tonight wasn't about heartbreak. Tonight was about forgetting.
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