Page 144 of Steal My Heart
“This is a date,” he informs me deadpan.
I grin. “I gathered as much.”
A server appears with trays of food, and of course, no crawfish for me. We eat, all the while I want to peek so bad at the item I’ve swiped, but I keep it in my pocket for now.
“Something on your mind?” Angelo asks.
“Nope. Not a thing.”
“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “Not even a little bit curious about what you’ve stolen from me this time?”
“Now that you mention it,” I say, slipping my hand in my pocket and retrieving the bag.
“Open it,” he says, and I pull the little strings of the bag and dump it out. Falling into my hand is a beautiful ring; teardrop diamonds in the shape of an abstract butterfly, with a diamond-encrusted band. “You’ve stolen my heart, and you’ve stolen your engagement ring.”
I laugh, tears fill my eyes as he takes the ring from my hand and slips it on my finger.
“Marry me, Remi.”
“Why’d you have to be all handsome and smooth and a great?—”
“Kisser?” He presses his lips to mine, capturing my bottom lip between his and giving it a sweet pull.
My heart is all warm and fuzzy as I murmur against his lips, “I was going to say dancer.”
“Say yes, and then dance with me.” He pulls back, extending his hand. “All or nothing. I want it all, and I’ll give you everything in return. Marry me, Remi.”
I blink back the happy tears. “Yes.”
“To?”
“Both.”
With a triumphant smile on his intensely handsome face, he leads me to the dance floor. Giving me a spin, I giggle when I fall into his arms.
“There’s a wall of mirrors,” he says, his seductive voice tickling the shell of my ear.
“Why do our dances always turn into something else?” I muse as he leads me closer to the wall.
“Because I can’t keep my hands off of you, and you can’t keep your hands off my valuables. Our valuables,” he corrects himself.
“Better,” I tell him.
He spins me to where I’m facing the mirrors, his back to me. “What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine. And this pussy, Remi? All mine.”
A throaty moan sounds from me as I wiggle my ass against that third appendage of his, which should have scared me off from the jump. Or maybe that’s the man that should have scared me from the jump…
“Remi?” Angelo begins unzipping my dress.
“Yes?” My body shudders.
My dress falls, pooling around my ankles as he watches me in the mirror. Topless, my body begs for him to touch me.
“You’re going to watch how I fuck those flittering thoughts right out of your pretty little head. Watch how I own you.”
“You don’t own me,” I argue weakly.
“I’ll happily spend the rest of our lives proving you wrong. Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you, Remi?”
