Page 39 of Bittersweet Endings
“I warned him. And I warnedyou.”
“But his mother is, isn’t she?”
Lucky paused.
“Once again, your faith in me is touching, dear brother. No. I didn’t invite him. Any of them.” I ducked under his arm, tossing over my shoulder, “I happen to like my new dress and would prefer not to get blood on it.”
Stepping to Sienna’s side, I sipped my wine while trying to avoid the dark-brown eyes staring at me from across the room. My jaw was tense as I fought the urge to react, but I couldfeelhim. Everywhere.
“I don’t get how he let you go. But tonight, you sure as fuck made him regret it.” Sienna’s eyes were glued to Carmine. “And who the fuck is she? She reminds me of Tatianna.”
“Right! That’s what I was thinking.”
We fell into a fit of laughter, much like old times.
“May I have this dance?” Out of nowhere, a handsome older man walked up to us with his palm out.
Sienna shoved me towards him. “She’d love to.”
His hands were soft as he escorted me to the center of the dance floor. Other couples moved around us, but I barely noticed. All my senses were heightened. I couldfeelthe son of a bitch seething, but I wouldn’t look.
The stranger and I fell into easy conversation as one song turned into another and then another. All before he ushered me towards a cocktail table and pulled out a seat for me. The conversation was light and friendly, but I could feel eyes on us all over the room.
Carmine. My family. His friends. Business associates. The whole goddamn room. And then I saw him.
JP stood in a darkened corner, his back to the wall as hewatched me like a hawk. My mask dropped and the scared little girl stumbled forward. Only for a moment. But he saw it. A shark grin that matched his son was all Isawbefore he disappeared into the crowd.
My dance partner stood to leave. “Thank you for your company and your kindness,” I told him.
“Pleasure was all mine. He’s a lucky man.”
I smiled, appearing confused enough for him to clarify.
“Whoever was in your head is lucky.” And he walked off, just in time too, because I needed a moment to myself.
My sister winked as I passed. I ignored Apollo, stepping through an open door until I found myself in a hallway. I didn’t see signs for the restroom. And just as I was about to turn around, a hand went to my mouth and I was tugged down another hall and ushered into a private bathroom.
“Does my little doll’s daddy issues have anything to do with why you’re dancing and flirting with a man old enough to be your father?”
I took a deep breath through my nose. His scent was doing things to me. Things I missed. I closed my eyes and gave myself a second to enjoy it before steeling my spine. “Well, if you can fuck that fake little blonde while you think of me, why can’t I fuck someone else and moanDaddyas I come?”
“Watch it, little doll,” Carmine warned. “Or I might just punish that dirty mouth.”
“You’d know how dirty it is. You made it that way. Does she do it for you like I did?” I taunted, licking my lips and running a finger over the scar on his thigh. “Does she make you bleed? Or am I the only one who gets away with it?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game. Don’t fuck with me, Octavia.” He lifted me up, placing me on the sink, the generous slit in my dress allowing him to spread my legs. “I missed youlike this.” He ran his nose down from my ear to my shoulder, giving me goose bumps. “If I touched your panties, would they be wet for me?”
“Who said I’m wearing any?” This brazen woman was the newest and preferable version of myself. “Do it. Fuck me, Carmine.”
He growled, staring into my eyes, and I watched the light switch off. A rabid beast stepped out from the shadows, the one that fit me so well.
Hiking up my dress, he groaned as his hands felt my tiny lace thong, soaked with need. Our hands fumbled and our teeth clashed as we fought to strip each other of our clothes. I ripped off his belt, tugging his pants down. My dress was on the floor in seconds, and I stood in nothing but my bra and heels as he made me face the mirror.
Dropping to a knee, Carmine lifted my leg and tossed it over his shoulder. His mouth found my folds, and I was gone. Lost to the euphoria, screaming my release within minutes. My fingers held on to his hair as I kept him where I needed him, shaking until it stopped.
He grabbed his discarded belt, wrapped it around my neck, and stepped behind me. My spine arched as he tugged, and I felt the fat head of his cock at my back. He watched me in the mirror, his hands memorizing my curves. I nodded, and all was forgotten except the feel of his dick inside me.
Filthy words filtered between us as we chased the need—demanded it from each other. The belt was tight. At the same time, the thrill had me on the edge of an orgasm. But it was missing something.
