Page 89 of Brutal Heir
His head dips. “It was before you…”
“Right.” I wave a dismissive hand. “I mean it’s none of my business?—”
His hands curve around my cheeks, forcing my eyes to meet his piercing ones. “Of course it’s your business. Before you showed up, I thought my dick was as broken as I was. You were the first to bring it back to life.”
Warmth fills my chest, and I’m not sure why I’m getting so worked up just because I was the first woman to make him hard. But I do know why. When someone has been throughtrauma, the emotional scars are a thousand times worse than the physical ones. And for Alessandro to open up to me, to trust me, is huge.
Tentatively, I reach between us, moving slowly enough for him to stop me. When he doesn’t, I wrap my fingers around his silky length, and a hiss purses his lips.
“You’re so feckin’ hard, Alessandro. Trust me when I say there is nothing physically wrong with your cock.” I shoot him a wink. “I’m a professional, remember? I know my dicks.”
He laughs again, the sound husky and rough, and it’s got heat racing to my lusty minnie.
“Well, if you say so, nurse Delaney.” He grins, pressing his lips to mine so our breaths mingle. “If you’ll let me, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the moment you stomped into my penthouse with hair like fire and eyes like a bloody Irish war.”
Now I’m the one giggling like an eejit. “I would be honored to be your first.”
Lifting me off the gilded railing, he winds my legs around his hips so his cock strokes my minnie who purrs in anticipation. “Let’s take this to my office, just in case.”
“Oh? You don’t want your first time back in the saddle to be broadcasted across your beloved Velvet Vault?”
A glint of mischief darkens his midnight iris. “We’ll save it for round two.”
As he whirls me around, the world narrows to Alessandro’s tongue and my impending orgasm until a flicker of motion below yanks me back to reality. The VIP floor. Like ice water doused over fire, my lust evaporates.
“Wait,” I shout. “Look, over there.”
I point into the shadows below where two figures seem to be arguing. Alessandro’s dark brows knit as he moves us closer to the railing again. Peering down, a tendon in his jaw feathers.
“That’s Sienna,” he mutters, “but I have no idea who that guy with her is.” Growling a curse, he lowers me to the floor. “But they should not be up there.”
As I mumble my own profanities in my head, I grab my discarded panties and reluctantly slip them back on. Alessandro’s cock is already stuffed back into his pants by the time I straighten.
“I’m sorry. I have to find out what this is about.”
I nod, disappointment leeching from my lusty minnie. “No, don’t apologize. This is why we came here tonight, isn’t it?”
His head dips, shoulders rounding. “There’s a camera in the VIP lounge. If we hurry, we can see what they’re arguing about.” Reaching for my hand, he tugs me down the hallway, and we race to his office.
Alessandro flips on the lights, the wall of screens blaring to life. It only takes a second to find the pair in the VIP lounge.
Sienna is perched on the edge of a booth, her body language off, stiff, uncertain, like a rabbit trying not to twitch in the presence of a wolf. I recognize it well.
And seated across from her, some gobshite with bleached blonde spikey hair.
The arse leans forward, elbows resting casually on his knees, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But I know his type. That easy charm is just the mask he wears over something far more dangerous.
My head spins toward Alessandro. “Who is that?”
“No idea. Yet.”
He turns up the audio channel, static crackling before their voices cut in.
“…you’re pushing your luck, Jace,” Sienna snaps, her voice low but sharp.
The guy, Jace, chuckles, smooth and oily. “Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. I’m just here to collect what I’m owed.”
“I told you I’m done. I paid my debt.”
