The loud beat bounced off the walls, filling the air with tension. The room was lit only by red neon lights, casting harsh shadows on the walls. The music was playing on the edge of what was allowed, vibrations spreading across the floor, as if warning that the night was about to get out of control.

Price stood leaning against the wall, his gaze clinging to you, challenging, pulling you into a game that neither of you were ready to lose. Dark eyes flashed with predatory interest, and a half-smile played on his lips - confident, dangerous.

"So... do you love me?" his voice was low, almost guttural, sounding right in your ears, getting under your skin.

Your breathing was ragged. He came closer, the warmth of his body felt even through the club's hum. Eyes that did not let go. Hands that slid slowly to your hips, squeezing as if testing how far he could go.

"Tell me…" his fingers dug a little deeper into your skin, his breath echoing hotly against your neck.

You could feel every beat of the song going through you, every word catching on your nerve endings. All you could do was let it happen.

Your fingers slid down his chest, tearing through the fabric of his shirt, feeling the tense muscles underneath. Price sighed, his lips pressing against your skin for a moment, marking his territory, before he pulled away, making you suck in a breath.

"I'm waiting."

Game on.