Erotic dance

ALEKSANDER'S POV. Thinking about Rhea with another man was bad, but seeing another man putting his hands on her was dangerous. The rage I felt few days ago couldn't compare to the murderous intent I was radiating on the dancefloor. When my hand was so close to that man's neck, I didn't want to let him go. I wanted to squeeze until I watched the moment the life faded from his eyes. And i could have done it. God! Saved me. I would have killed the son of a bitch. Right there in the middle of the crowd, I wanted to wring the life out of that mother-fucker just for touching Rhea. Rhea was mine and no one had the right to lay a finger on her divine body. He could have hurt her, and I wasn't at her side to protect her. The fear in her eyes was a driving force pushing me into action. I didn't care about who he was. Or that he was a VIP guest. Anyone who hurts Rhea in any way would suffer the consequences. In the alley, for a split second I thought she was afraid of me, too. I knew it that she