Chapter 3 Come With Me

Stevi stared at the man closely. Her eyeballs were glued to the tattoo of silver tendrils on his neck. She seemed to have seen the tattoo somewhere, but she forgot where she had seen it. The man was well built with amazing toned muscles. Stevi was tempted to touch those muscles and maybe taste them a little.

“Killian Hofman. You're not from around here?"

“I... am from out of town. What do you want from me?"

Killian chuckled softly at Stevi's defensive side. His guess was right. Stevi was a naive but stunningly innocent woman. Stevi was only wearing dark blue denim pants and a black tank top wrapped in an oversized chambray shirt. Her honey-brown hair was tied in a high ponytail and revealed her beautiful neck. Killian was tempted to sink his teeth into the skin of that sexy neck. With such a simple appearance, Killian was surprised that Stevi was able to attract his attention when he was surrounded by the best bitches in the bar.

"I want to dance with you. What's your name?"

“Stevi. Call me Stevi," she answered nervously. She was worried that someone would recognize her by her last name.

"All right, Stevi. Dance with me?”

The music around them was very loud and pounding. Stevi was not immune to Killian's deadly charm. He was like a dangerous and deadly predator. His movements were so smooth and beautiful. All of his victims were barely aware of the cunning behind Killian's bright, cunning eyes.

"Um..." Stevi hesitated. She glanced briefly at Cammile.

Killian could feel her anxiety. Maybe an innocent woman like Stevi was even more difficult to convince than the experienced women he often met.

"You're with someone?"

"I'm with my friend."

Stevi was a little relieved because Cammile was chatting with someone. And it seemed like Cammile would be busy for a while.

"You want me to talk to your friend?"

Killian almost moved towards Cammile, but Stevi immediately grabbed his arm.

"No. You don't have to. Come on, let's dance."

Killian grinned. He led Stevi closer to the stage. Music sounded louder and thumping there. But people were much busier and wouldn't notice him trying to seduce Stevi.

“Go, dance. I'm right behind you," Killian whispered in Stevi's ear. He intentionally blew hot air into the crook of Stevi's neck and held her hips, so Stevi wouldn't move too far from him.

"You're so hot," Killian whispered hoarsely.

Stevi shifted restlessly. She was a bit clumsy, but she enjoyed it. Killian's palms felt so firm and warm on her hips. She kept moving to the beat of the music and trying to forget her nervousness.

"You said you've been watching me since earlier?"

"That's right."

Killian's palms moved around Stevi's hips, then traveled up her arms. Killian touched her lightly as cotton and as soft as a feather. Stevi's body trembled under Killian's touch.

"Why?"

Stevi turned around. She wanted to create some distance, but Killian quickly grabbed her by the waist and placed his arms around her shoulders.

"Because you're attractive. You look different beneath this crumpled chambray.”

Killian's palm slipped into her chambray shirt and rubbed Stevi's collarbone gently. Stevi almost jumped from where she stood because Killian's touch felt like an electric shock through her body.

"You flinch every time I touch you."

"I'm not very familiar with men."

"You have a lover?"

"Actually a fiancé."

"You love him?"

"I don’t know. We were matched by our parents. Jason is very good. It's not hard to like him."

"Really?"

Killian leaned over and kissed Stevi's bare shoulder. She didn’t know when her chambray shirt slipped down from her shoulders and left only a plain black tank top hanging above her navel. Stevi trembled from the most erotic touch a man had ever given her. Moreover, Killian's gaze was only on her the whole time he kissed her shoulder.

“R-right,” Stevi stuttered. “I have to go. My friends must be waiting for me.”

"Wait. Why such a hurry?" Killian held her hips and pressed them against his rock-hard cock.

"I want you, Stevi."

“B-but...”

“Ssshh...come with me to my penthouse.”

"I must go home," Stevi squirmed, trying to get away from Killian's hard body that locked her up.

"Just a moment. Please. I never beg anyone.”

That's right. Killian never begged anyone and always forced others to submit to his orders. But this time he needed a strategy to bring Stevi to his nest. He was so curious about an innocent woman like Stevi. The women who came and went in his life were skilled women. They were the ones who always seduced him, and never the other way around.

"Stevi, don't you want me?"

"I think I want you too," Stevi replied shyly.

"Then come with me to my penthouse. We're going to have fun.”

"It's my birthday."

"Happy birthday to you. We will celebrate by drinking the fine wine I keep in my cellar.”

"Thank You. I really appreciate it.”

Killian grinned. Nice to have a new target so fresh and innocent. Most importantly, Stevi was not a New Orleans native. No one would be looking for Stevi if the girl suddenly disappeared after making love to him. Killian really had a big catch tonight.

"Through this way. My driver is waiting for us outside the bar.”