I want you...

"We are here to dance. People are not gonna attack you here!" The place between my brows creased, eyeing the two black clothed men standing each side of me.

They were not for him. They were there so that they could keep away the other people from me who were dancing under the dimmed lights, especially men. And it was ridiculous!

"Not attack, but they're surely starting to pick a war against me by wanting something that's mine," he spoke through gritted teeth. Those hard eyes were set over my shoulder.

I looked back.

Indeed, some of the men's gaze was lingering on me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Placing men behind me won't stop their eyes."

"Then I will just pull their eyes off their sockets!" he sneered, pulling me flush against him.

My lips parted in bewilderment. This man was insane!

"Just because they're ogling me, you can't pull their eyes off. You wear a cross, but your mind is full of aggression, Mr. De Sylvano."

A smirk tugged at his lips. The dark possessiveness and rage flared in