Winter's fingers went limp, and the broken bottle slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor. Her delicate, flushed face turned pale, and her body trembled as she swayed backward, collapsing against a solid chest.Anger and panic swirled within her. The world spun, and the club's noise faded in and out. Yet, faintly, she felt the man's arms encircle her waist, the smooth silk of her dress doing little to hide the hard contours of his muscles. They pressed against her soft, flat abdomen with each subtle movement.The tattooed guy, now bloodied and reeling, got exactly what he'd asked for—though not the kind of thrill he'd hoped for. Hissing in pain, he opened his mouth to curse. But before he could, the man who had his right arm wrapped around a flushed Winter's waist, raised a hand.His wrist, adorned with a sleek steel watch, had sharp lines and faintly bulging veins. He pressed a single finger to his thin lips. "Shh."The tattooed guy was stunned. Before he could react, two bo
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