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My fingers trail up his chest to cradle his jaw. His gaze never leaves mine as we stand on the precipice of surrender.
“I’d fuck you here,” I whisper, closing the distance between us as our lips meet in a searing, passionate kiss. “But I want to keep you locked up with me. Nowhere else.”
Our mouths move together, tongues exploring and tasting each other, as the heat between us grows more intense with each passing second. Armando grips my hips tightly, pulling me flush against him, so I feel his arousal pressing against my thigh.
“I can’t share you, Flowers. At least not yet. I’m a greedy bastard that wants that hot piece of ass of yours to myself,” he says, his voice rough with desire as he rests his forehead against mine. “But I promise that when I get you home, I’m going to have you screaming out my name.”
“Promise?”
“Fucking count on it,” he replies, his eyes dark and full of promise.
We emerge from the shadows, our hearts still racing from our passionate exchange, and make our way back to the VIP table. As we approach, I see Leo regaling everyone with a story, his hands animated as he narrates some wild experience. Marco, sitting beside him, nods along in agreement while their dates listen with rapt attention.
“Ah, there you two are!” Leo exclaims, spotting us. “We were just discussing the unique... entertainment Sins has to offer.”
“Unique is certainly one word for it,” Armando agrees, a wry smile playing on his lips as he pulls out a chair for me. I slide into the seat, feeling the buzz of excitement and anticipation still coursing through my veins.
As the conversation continues, laughter and teasing filling the air, I can't help but steal glances at Armando. The connection between us has only grown stronger tonight, and I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, even when I'm not looking directly at him. His strong hand rests on my thigh, a silent promise of what's to come.
But also a certain kind of… possession.
He’s used the word ‘mine’ multiple times. Always in the heat of passion. But right now, sitting and laughing with his cousins, I actually feel like his. Truly his. And I love it.
Time seems to slip away as we share stories and jokes, each of us lost in the thrill of the night. But eventually, even the most magical of moments must come to an end.
“Looks like they're starting to close up,” Leo observes, noting the staff beginning to clean up around the club.
“Guess it's time to call it a night,” Marco agrees, standing and stretching his arms overhead.
“All right, let's get out of here,” Armando says, rising from his seat and extending a hand to me.
“Goodnight, everyone.” I wave to our friends as we make our way towards the exit.
“Good job getting Mando out of the house,” Leo says to me. “You’re good for him.”
“She’s a keeper,” Marco adds, filling me with pride. Nothing is a better feeling than winning over the family of the man you… love.
Stepping out into the cool night air, the muffled sounds of Sins fading behind us, I squeeze Armando's hand, eager for whatever comes next.
“Tonight was fun,” I say.
“It’s just beginning. I made a promise to you, remember?” Armando says, his voice low and full of promise.
Chapter Twenty
Hannah
“What if I had insisted we have sex at Sins?” I ask as I strip down naked before Armando, not giving him any doubt what I have in mind for the remainder of the night. Seeing all those naked bodies ignited something inside me. Something darker. More primal.
“I would have fucked you,” Armando answers, also removing his clothing. “But not like I plan on fucking you now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, and how is that?”
“Harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
My heart double-pumps. My knees get weak. But I’m definitely having whatever he’s offering. “I’m not afraid,” I tell him, with a note of challenge. “I’ve taken it hard before.”
“Yeah?” He saunters toward me, his eyes dark with intent. “Prove it.” He sprawls onto the bed completely naked.
