Page 136 of The Contract

Riley.

CHAPTER 46

Dante

Pom.

What the fuck is she doing here?

“There,” Chio says, stepping in closer, pointing. “Pink silk dress.”

Air punches straight out of my lungs.

Fuck.

I quickly pull myself together, forcing logic through the lust-fogged haze.

The club is packed, body-to-body. There has to be more than one woman in pink silk…right?

“Which one?” My voice comes out harsher than intended.

“Dark hair. Pink slip dress. Looks like she’s got a garter on her?—”

“Finish that sentence and it’ll be your last.”

Shit. Where the hell did that come from?

Chio freezes instantly, realizing too late he’s stepped directly onto a D’Angelo landmine. But fuck—who can blame me?

It’s bad enough that Pom is not only here, but she’s here with my pervy, asshole uncle.

Has she let him touch her? Fuck her?

Because if that’s really the case, the girl has shit taste in men and the IQ of a fucking pigeon.

Either way, she’s got issues. But here’s the worst part. The real kick straight to my balls.

She’s here.

At my club.

Again.

The twisted, filthy things I could do to punish her for daring to return here?

So. Fucking. Depraved.

My dick’s seconds from snapping off at the thought alone.

But then she turns—and those wide, startled eyes lock onto mine?—

Holy fuck.

Something hot and sharp punches through my chest, nailing me right to the fucking spot. I stare at her, utterly frozen. And she’s staring back—a shivering deer caught in headlights.

Voluptuous.

Breathless.

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