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38. You Two Are Quite The Pair

Author: B.E Belle
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-25 09:54:05

Rayna~

I expected Sven to drop me the second we stepped into the rowdy club, but instead, his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his side.

The music was deafening — bass thrumming so hard it crawled up my spine and settled behind my ribs. Neon lights sliced across faces, bodies, and walls, flashing blue, red, and pink until I could barely make sense of anything.

He didn’t say a word, just kept steering me through the crowd, his hand firm and possessive at the small of my back. Every time I tried to look around, he tugged me closer, effectively blocking my view.

Okay, possessive much.

The scent of alcohol and sweat clung to the air, and I had to fight the urge to cover my nose. His grip only tightened when someone brushed too close, his body moving between me and every passing stranger like a shield.

When we finally reached the upper floor, a thick velvet curtain parted—and my jaw nearly hit the ground.

The noise dulled instantly, fading into a heavy
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