Page 73 of Taken By the Mafia King
Situated at the very top ofOne South Broad, one of the tallest buildings in Philadelphia,Diavolawasn’t the sort of club just anyone could get into. It was my gem, my prize, and admission was a sacred affair. Inside the walls that towered over the city, debauchery reigned.
A private elevator took me and my angel into the clouds. When the doors opened, I laid her hand in the crook of my elbow and we stepped out into the flashing lights and velvet-coated interior.
Dancers dressed in scraps of silk moved across a circular stage in the center of the room, surrounded by people milling about and writhing to the music. Sera didn’t wince at the noise and nakedness. If anything, she seemed to suddenly glow with anticipation.
“Like what you see?” I whispered in her ear, brushing my words over her jaw and neck in a soft, teasing kiss.
She shivered. “So far,” she replied, looking up at me.
I brushed my thumb along her jaw. “You’re being a good girl now.” I tilted my head toward the bar. “Go get a drink. Enjoy yourself.”
“And what if I sneak out of here and run?” She laid her hand on my chest, fingers toying with the buttons of my shirt.
I searched her eyes. “I dare you.”
She smiled at me, and I hoped she didn’t call my bluff. My guards had no idea who she was, and I didn’t have time to tell them. I’d just have to trust her.
Over the top of her head I saw the man I’d come here to meet. Another boss and ally who claimed to have information about Giuseppe and his allegiances. “Meet me in the VIP in thirty minutes.”
My hand grazed her back, fingers brushing her ass, before I turned her around and nudged her toward the bar. She lookedover her shoulder at me, hair swaying like ribbons of pure, dark silk in the dim light. Beautiful.
My meeting went exactly how I knew it would go. Old alliances were reaffirmed. Finished, I excused myself from the table and made my way toward the VIP area, watching Sera as she danced, alone, with a drink in hand. She was lost to the music and the steady thrum of the bass, her eyes closed. When they fluttered open, she saw me coming toward her, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her ruby red lips.
I nodded to her, then tilted my head toward the heavy black velvet curtains that shielded the private section from the rest of the club.
Shaking her head, she hooked a finger at me, beckoning me to join her on the dance floor.
The martini glass in her hand empty, she set it on a shelf behind her, next to three more. Her eyes were slightly glassy, and her smile was wider than I’d ever seen it.
Shit.
I’d underestimated how little it would take for someone kept prisoner and given only small glasses of wine here and there to get wasted.
She wrapped her arms around my waist when I reached her and knitted her fingers into the back of my shirt.
“You’re drunk,tesoro,” I warned. “How many martinis have you had?”
She traced a finger down my chest. “Dance with me.” Her hair cascaded down her back, her breasts arching up to meet me.
The urge to take her right there on the dance floor overwhelmed me. I imagined lifting her up and carrying her back to the VIP area where our booth was sheltered from wandering eyes. I’d bunch that scrap of fabric over her waist and spread her legs wide before dragging my cock through her wet, hot slit.
But I couldn’t be seen with Sera’s hands on me like this in public. This club was probably the safest place I could be out with her, but still, people talked. And some of those people wanted to take her from me.
Time to go.
“I was going to feed you dinner,” I breathed, “but now I think I should take you home.”
“No,” she pouted, her hands falling down toward my belt.
“Another time.” Taking her by the arm, I gripped her firmly and led her out of the club.
In the silence of the elevator, as we sped toward the underground parking garage, she leaned into me, her ass pressed against my cock. I held her hips, biting down on my lip as she swayed to silent music.
I wouldn’t fuck her when she was drunk. I wouldn’t take advantage of her, not when so many had already tried.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“You shouldn’t.”
