1 Prologue

As I took a sip of my vodka and grape juice, the guy I had been checking out all night had finally made his way onto the dance floor. I smiled into the plastic cup as he looked my way, and our eyes met again. There had been this distant attraction between us the whole night. The eye contact made my heart beat a bit faster, and sensations tingled between my legs.

People danced, made out, and downed drinks all around us. This party was just like any other university party. Packed, drenched in beer, and reeking of lust. Music pounded in my ears as I looked away, and my gaze landed on a girl whose ass bounced perfectly to the beat as she twerked.

I put my drink down and looked back at the guy from before. He was handsome. Blonde curly hair with deep brown eyes. A cute smile, short stubble across his jaw, and broad shoulders. My eyes roamed over his body as I walked over to him.

The red t-shirt he wore clung to his muscular arms as if it would easily tear if he had to flex. He had on a pair of dark denim shorts, long white socks, and sneakers. A silver chain hung around his neck with a simple cross pendant.

The corner of his mouth twitched up as his eyebrows raised ever so slightly as I stopped in front of him.

"Hi." I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Hi." He replied in a thick American accent.

"Are you single?" I asked, and I touched the cross that lay on his chest.

I kept my eyes focused on the pendant that I rubbed my thumb over as he said, "Yeah, I am."

My eyes flicked back up to his as I wrapped the chain around my fingers and pulled him closer.

"Good." I whispered before I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his.

His body went stiff for a few seconds as he realised what was happening, but as his hand made its way to my waist, he kissed me back. I untangled my hand from his chain and caressed his chest. My fingers brushed over his defined muscles. The thin t-shirt he had on barely left how his body looked to the imagination.

He was a good kisser. I could feel my attraction growing for him as our lips moved apart. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and felt his hand move slowly from my hip to my ass. He kept his tongue back as mine moved into his mouth to explore. The taste of beer tingled my taste buds as more moisture gathered between my legs.

I broke our kiss and looked up. He looked down at me through his brow; his nostrils flared, and his lips pressed together. I knew the look. He wanted me. Every man had his own different tell, but that spark of lust in their eyes was all the same.

"Do you want to find a room?" I asked innocently, which made his hand squeeze my ass ever so slightly.

A grin spread across his face as he nodded. I didn't waste time as I spun around and grabbed the hand that fell away from my ass. I made my way to the stairs as I pulled him along.

I shoved the door of the first bedroom open and found two guys making out, half naked. Their eyes widened as they looked at me and shoved each other away.

"Sorry, boys." I quickly yelled and slammed the door closed.

The guy I kissed chuckled behind me as I moved onto the next bedroom door. As it opened, I happily discovered it was empty and walked in. I shoved the guy back against the door as it closed and kissed him again. He seemed happy to be bossed around.

His lips left mine as he placed soft kisses down my neck, which were nice but not exactly the mood I was in. I pulled away and stepped back so he could watch as I unzipped the light blue shirt I wore. His eyes focused on my chest as I let the shirt fall off my shoulders. The light blue bra I had on was covered in pink flowers and pressed up my cleavage nicely to show off a firm curve.

"Wow, you're really hot." He complimented me as his eyes travelled down to my black bubble skirt that stopped mid-thigh.

I bit my bottom lip as he stepped closer and crossed his arms in front of his chest as he pulled the red t-shirt off over his head. His arms moved to his top shorts button as he undid it, which made his arms flex and a fire burn inside of me.

I closed the distance between us again and kissed him as my hands finished undoing his zip, then shoved his shorts down his legs as my eyes absorbed the bulge pressing against his underwear. He was hard and ready to be fucked.

I slipped my hands under my skirt and pulled my underwear down my legs, which I then tossed aside. The guy's eyes stared at my underwear, which matched my bra, as I stood up. His head flicked back to me, and our lips met once again. As we made out, I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and climbed on top of him.

I pulled his rock-hard dick out of his underwear and positioned it at my entrance as I moved my hips forward and slipped him inside of me. He moaned and matched my pace as our hips thrust closer together.

"W-what's your name, by the way?" He asked as we fucked, which made me giggle.

I was about to answer, but a familiar voice yelled in the passage.

"Deanara!" (Dee-an-ara)

I whipped my head back as the bedroom door flew open and my brother stormed in. His eyebrows pressed together, and the veins in his neck pushed to the surface as he stared at me with the guy still inside of me. The anger didn't meet his eyes, though; instead, they looked red and puffy like he had been crying.

"Eros!" I gasped, which made the guy I was with quickly push me to my feet and grab a pillow to hide his dick.

"W-who is this?" The guy panicked and looked towards Eros as two more men walked into the room.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled and clenched my hands into fists by my side.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Eros screamed back and gestured between me and the guy I had inside of me just seconds ago.

"It's called sex. Maybe you would get some if you weren't such a controlling freak!"

My brother's jaw twitched before he looked back at the men behind him and gestured towards me with his head.

"Put a shirt on, Deanara. We're leaving." Eros grunted, then stepped aside.

"I'm not going anywhere!" I rolled my eyes, but it didn't look like my brother was here to negotiate.

The two men walked over, and the first grabbed my hand, ready to drag me out of that bedroom.

"Hey! Let me go, jerk! You can't force me to leave!" I hissed and tried to pull my hand away from him. "Do you realise who I am? I can have you put in jail for this!" I tried to threaten, but it was as if my words meant nothing to him.

As he pulled me towards the door, I bent down and grabbed my shirt. I looked back at the guy, who still sat on the bed, naked. His eyes were wide, and his face was pale.

"I'm sorry about this! My brother's an ass!" I yelled, but he was blocked from my view as the other man stepped behind me.

The music had stopped, and everyone stared at me as I was dragged out of the frat house. Fuck! Eros really knew how to embarrass me! What the hell was his problem?

"Ahh!" I yelled, kicked, and scratched as the man picked me up and carried me towards a limousine where Eros waited. "I hate you! Let me go! Asshole!"

I heard Eros's phone ringing, which he pulled out to answer as the man threw me into the back of the limo.

"You can't do this to me! I have rights!" I screamed as I banged against the window and tried to open the door, which was blocked by one of Eros's men. "Fuck you!"

A chuckle came from the seats across from me, and another man leaned forward from the dark.

"Wow, when your brother said you were a handful, I thought he was just overreacting." He remarked and held his hands together in between his legs.

There was that attraction again. The stranger was probably the sexiest man I had ever met. His voice was calm and deep, with a hint of an Irish accent. He had dark brown hair that was tied back into a short ponytail, while the sides were shaved short. He had dark ocean blue eyes that ran over my body and juicy pink lips that smirked as he enjoyed what he saw.

The throbbing in between my legs returned as clear desire washed over his face. As his eyes roamed, so did mine. Since he was leaning forward, the brown jacket he had on tightly hugged his arms. A tattoo peeked out of the sleeve, and from his wrist over to his thumb was a black vine. He had big hands with well-maintained nails and visible veins that made me wish his hands were my necklace instead.

He wore a white shirt under the jacket, brown pants, and black boots. He dressed smart and made my imagination go wild, wondering what was under his clothes. My eyes went back up to his, and he raised an eyebrow.

"And you are?" I asked and tucked my skirt in between my legs as I remembered I didn't have time to put my underwear back on.

"Kree Baros. And you, princess?" His eyes lowered to my legs, and the blue seemed even darker as he looked back up.

"Deanara Vlachos." I replied and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

His jaw tensed as he watched me, and his gaze dropped down again to look at my cleavage.

"Are your panties the same colour as your bra?" He asked, and our eyes met again.

He was challenging me, trying to see if I would be embarrassed in front of him.

A small smile played on my lips as I shook my head.

"I don't have any underwear on." I replied and watched his eyes drop to my skirt as I tugged it a bit higher.

Fuck me. The way this man looked at me was as if he wanted to get on his knees and find out if what I said was true. Like he knew just how to please me and make me crave him because no one else touched me the way he did.

"Want to see for yourself?" I bit my bottom lip and ran my nails up my thigh, loving how much more he seemed to desire me with every second.

The man kept my gaze as he moved his hands to his side to push himself up. Excitement exploded inside of me as he leaned closer to me and placed his hand on my thigh. My breath caught as I stared into his eyes and felt fire spread through my body from his touch. He closed his eyes and moved even closer, so my eyes fluttered closed and I waited for his kiss.

Yet his lips never touched mine, and instead I felt his warm breath near my ear.

"You should put your shirt on, princess." He whispered, and I felt the material move over my thighs as he placed the shirt on my lap.

Then he pulled away and went back to his original seat. My mouth flew open as I watched the most arrogant smile spread across his lips. My heart started beating quicker as I felt anger bubble inside of me.

How dare he make me want him and just pull away! How could he look at me like he did and not do anything about it?!

The limo door opened, and Eros climbed in. He scrunched up his nose as he looked at me and sat down next to Kree.

"For fuck sakes, Dee. Put your bloody shirt back on." Eros shook his head and looked at Kree, who shrugged.

"I told her the same thing." Kree shook his head and looked back at me.

It was different this time. There was no longer desire, amusement, or confidence. His face was completely emotionless. I looked away from him and back at my brother as I shoved the shirt back over my shoulders and zipped it up.

"So, do I get an explanation as to why you dragged me away from the party?" I crossed my arms across my chest as the engine started, and we drove off.

"You weren't answering your phone, and you weren't in your dorm room like you were supposed to be. Do you know how many parties we crashed before finding you?" Eros grunted as he remembered exactly how he found me.

"You still haven't answered my question! I asked why!"

"Let's not even mention you were naked on top of a random stranger! Can I ask you why? Huh?"

Kree remained silent as Eros and I screamed at each other. I refused to look at Kree again after my stupid brother spilled what I had been doing just before we met.

"W-why are you avoiding my question, Eros?" I huffed, and a short silence filled the limo.

I was starting to panic. Yelling and getting straight to the point was the Vlachos way. Why wasn't Eros saying anything? Why had he been crying earlier?

Eros looked out the window, and I looked at Kree for an answer, who cleared his throat before he shifted forward in his seat.

"Deanara…" Kree said my name, which sent a shiver down my spine. "Your father was shot earlier today. He is currently in surgery."

My heart dropped as I searched Kree's eyes. Surely he was joking. My father had the best security that money could buy. Yet it looked like he was being serious.

Tears threatened to fall, but I tried to stay strong.

"Who shot him?" I calmly asked.

"We don't know yet." Kree replied, and I nodded as I looked away.

Eros moved to sit next to me and pulled me into his arms. My face was buried in his chest as he hugged me.

"I'm sorry, Dee. Dad's going to be fine. He's strong enough to get through this." He tried to reassure me, but even he sounded unsure. Soon I couldn't hold the tears back any longer.