Page 80 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

Staring at her outstretched arm, I raise an eyebrow in silent question. Is she serious? She catches on quickly, nodding and gesturing with a tilt of her head for me to take her hand.

“I don’t dance,” I state, folding my arms across my chest.

“You will tonight. You have to,” she insists, grabbing my biceps and attempting to pull me up.

It’s funny watching her cute self try to move me with determination in her eyes. I stare at her for a moment, then give in with a sigh, letting her lead me out of the private area and onto the dance floor.

The second we hit the floor, Raven immediately starts to move, her body swaying to the beat of the hip-hop music.

I’ve never been one for clubs, except for business, but tonight feels different with her. Maybe it’s the music pulsing through the walls, the dim light reflecting off the drinks, or the way her gaze never leaves mine. My hands dig into her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

“You, sir, are one possessive bear tonight,” she grins, as she tip-toes and runs a tongue over my ear lobe. “Aren’t you?”

I draw in a sharp breath as a small moan escapes her at the end of her sentence. My gaze shifts to her eyes as she pulls back, an innocent expression on her face.

“There are other places I’d like for you to use that title,” I trail off, staring at her with amusement, my voice dropping to a low murmur. “I don’t mind starting here.” My palm connects with her butt as I spank her lightly.

Raven bursts out laughing, her laughter cutting through the pounding bass and freezing me in place. It’s the first time I’ve truly heard her laugh, and it sounds so genuine.

As if in line with our mood, the music switches to a slow one, and my breath catches in my throat as she draws closer again, her gaze holding mine.

She grinds her hips against my lower body, teasing me in that way only she can. Her arms wrap around my neck as she presses herself closer, and I don’t stop her. Her scent pulls me in like an intoxicating drug. Fuck it feels good. I love it.

I place my hands on her hips, starting to move my body along with hers, and her laughter bubbles up again before she leans back slightly.

In the neon lights, with that smile on her face, she’s even more beautiful.

“You’re having fun,” she teases, her lips brushing my ear.

“I will be when I’m having you later,” I reply, smirking.

She laughs again, and I can’t help but grin. I’m beginning to love the sound of her laughter; it warms me from the inside out.

The music suddenly changes to a fast beat, and Raven moves a few meters away from me, flailing her hands in tandem with the beat.

I chuckle lightly, greatly amused at how carefree she has become compared to a few weeks ago. That’s until my eyes drift to the scene behind her. A wave of annoyance builds inside me as I notice several men on the edge of the dance floor, their eyes glued to her body.

Fuck. What is it with these bastards and looking tonight?

With a scoff, I glance at Raven, who seems unaware of the eyes on her. I manage to rein in my anger until one man steps closer, getting bolder as he reaches out to touch her. I take long, quick strides forward, giving his wrist a firm squeeze before he can graze her skin. Our eyes meet, and I can see the instant recognition flicker across his face as he realizes who I am.

“How dare you?” I growl above the loud music, my tone icy cold. A primal haze descends over me. Without a second thought, I grab the man by the collar and drive a hard fist into his face. His unprepared ass cries out.

I punch him with a fierce blow, feeling his bones crack beneath my knuckles. Blind rage fuels my hand as I deliver satisfyingblows again and again. The assault does not let up until his body crumples in my hold, limp.

“She’s mine,” I grate out, loud enough for the crowd of onlookers to hear. “Mio(Mine)!”

Satisfied, I let him go, and his body falls to the ground. My chest heaves, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I spit on the bastard, then glance back at the other men and see their eyes are centered elsewhere.

Good.

I turn to Raven who’s no longer dancing; instead, she’s watching me, a blend of fear and shock etched on her face.

“That’s enough for tonight,” I say, impulsively. I hoist her over my shoulders like she weighs nothing and march down toward the private room, leaving no room for argument.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screams, her arms and legs hitting against my back. “Let me down, Ezra.”

Even I am taken aback by the cascade of emotions washing over me tonight. But I can’t help it. I don’t want to. She’s definitely changed something in me.

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