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I turn at the sound of her voice, feeling my blood heat up. Red walks in, wearing stiletto heels and suspenders, looking absolutely stunning. She’s the best lap dancer in the club and the absolute best at giving blowjobs. In this place, the girls don’t use their real names, which doesn’t bother me. Her name is simply Red.
“That must mean you missed me… because I missed you too.”
I reach forward, grab her arm and yank her down so she’s bent toward me, our foreheads nearly touching. She gasps softly, a giggle escaping her lips, instantly making my cock harden.
“I don’t miss anyone, Red. I just get what I want, when I want.”
The smile fades from her face. “And what do you want?”
“What do you think could make me not regret coming here tonight?”
She straightens and takes a step back, giving me a full view of her. Her red hair is pulled into a ponytail, with loose tendrils curling around her neck. She’s wearing makeup tonight; her red lips glow, and as she smiles, I can’t help but imagine them wrapping around my cock.
Fuck.
She puts on a song and returns to me, her movements skilled and perfect, so incredibly hot that I can’t look away. She begins to twirl her waist in front of me, dry humping me in next to nothing. The fire in her eyes is consuming as she angles her body closer, ensuring I feel every inch of her. Without thinking, I grab a handful of her hair and pull back.
“Am I doing it all wrong for you, Sir?” Her words come out in a pout that I’d like to kiss away. “I want to please you so badly.”
She starts rubbing her perfect little ass against me, and I release her hair. She sits on me, her legs on either side, straddling me in place. She bounces on my lap a couple of times before bending her head back so her breasts are inches from my face. I palm her breasts through her lacy bra, teasing her hard nipples with my fingers.
“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to my body…” she breathes in a hoarse whisper.
“Get on your knees, Red, and suck me deep in your throat.” My words are impatient, not because I have somewhere else to be, but because my mind is already somewhere else. With her.
Vittoria and her perfect body—God, that mouth. What I’d give for it to be her standing here instead. Those soft, puckered lips wrapping tightly around my throbbing cock while I thrust inside.
Even now, standing in front of another woman, my body on autopilot, she’s the only goddamn thing I can think about.
The soft gasp she makes when she’s flustered. The way her body tenses when I get too close, when she doesn’t know whether to fight or surrender.
She’s in my fucking head.
Red moves to obey, but before she can sink to her knees, I shake my head. “No, Red. Just leave me alone for a bit.”
She blinks up at me, confusion evident across her face. "Is it something...?"
"No." I push a hand through my hair, already regretting this whole damn setup. "I'll call you back in if I need you. For now, there's business I need to settle first."
She nods, lips pressing together, then shuffles out of the room. I don’t watch her leave.
Because I’m a fucking idiot.
Because the entire point of this—the years of plotting, the patience, the rage—was supposed to be about revenge. Ruining Enzo. Taking apart his world piece by piece, making him watch as I ripped everything away from him the way he did to me.
And yet, here I am.
Not thinking about vengeance. Not thinking about how I should be using his wife against him.
Just thinking about her.
The smell of her skin after a shower, that fresh citrus scent that lingers on my clothes long after I’ve left the room. The way she tugs at the sleeves of her sweaters when she’s nervous. The defiance in her eyes whenever I push her.
The way she’s mine when she looks at me like that.
And that’s the problem. She’s not mine. She was never supposed to be.
I grab a glass, pour myself a drink, but the whiskey does nothing to dull the hunger crawling beneath my skin. I shouldn’t fucking want her. Not like this. Not enough to make me hesitate.
