Ruthless Obsession

who craved control in all aspects of life. Tonight, the air was thick with sex and secrecy. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, neon lights flickering against sweat-slicked skin. The

he already knew how this night would end. Naomi should have turned away. Should have ignored him. Instead, she lifted her chin, holding his gaze. Daring him. And just like that, the game began. A Dance with the Devil Julian Saint Clair did not chase. People came to him. Yet, as he crossed the room toward the woman in black lace, he felt something unfamiliar-a slow burn in his veins, a craving that went beyond the flesh. She wasn't like the others. Most women melted when he looked at them. But she? She watched him with something close to defiance. A challenge. Julian liked challenges. He extended a hand, wordless. Naomi hesitated. A flicker of uncertainty. But then her lips curved into something wicked, and she placed her fingers in his palm. Electricity shot through his skin. He led her onto the dance floor. The music throbbed, low and seduc