Page 7 of Scarlet Mark
“We’ll ease into it,” I offered, grasping her hips with both hands. “Dance for me first. I want to see how well you move.”If you dare.
Her lips curled enticingly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She slid from my lap, deftly balancing on her heels. I picked up my scotch again, watching her over the rim as she found the soft, rhythmic beat. She swayed, slow at first, testing the cadence of the song. It seemed rather general, if a bit boring, until she closed her eyes.
A haze of seduction fell over her, Amara’s body moving to a sensual tempo that came off as natural and oozed sex. It started in her hips and lifted through her core, to her arms, to the way her head tilted back as she fell into the music.
I forgot how to swallow, entranced by her open charisma and the vulnerability spilling from her features. It wasn’t her movements so much as her expression. Heartbreak and desire mingled to create the most alluring picture I’d ever seen.
Then those lashes lifted to reveal the truth inside her. Agony darkened her irises while desire cut through the dilated pinpoints of her eyes, piercing me deep. That kind of emotion could not be feigned. Nor could the faint hint of her arousal scenting the air as she spun to lower herself to my thighs and up again—brief touches, all meant to seduce, providing a sensual glimpse into what could happen between us if we gave in to the erotic pull.
I’d expected this attraction, anticipated it, but to have it dancing before me with tangible strokes had my cock hardening to a near-painful degree. This woman was temptation personified. From her clever ways to her sexy-as-fuck form, I was almost lost to her.
But I had a job to do, one that required my focus.
And if she kept dancing like that, my control might snap. Just for a second.
I returned my glass to the table, catching her gaze and giving her a tilt of my chin.
She followed the nonverbal request with a smile, straddling my hips again while still shifting to the hedonistic tones. I allowed her to continue, enjoying the way her lips parted upon feeling my clear desire, and groaned as she purposely brushed against me to show her own pleasure at finding me hard for her.
“Vixen,” I breathed, impressed beyond words.
Her throaty chuckle slid over me, her palms running up and down my chest, my arms, her heated cunt a brand against my thighs.
Fucking this mark would be dangerous.
But damn if I didn’t want a taste.
Alas, I was married to my job. And I never cheated.
I wove my fingers through Amara’s thick, auburn hair and pulled her closer, distracting her from the movements of my opposite hand—the hand sliding the knife out of my pocket. “There’s a camera in here,” I whispered against her mouth.
“It’s not on,” she promised. “They only use it for safety precautions.”
“I know.” I ran my tongue over her bottom lip. “That’s why I’m mentioning it.” Because it could technically be turned on at any time, just to check in and ensure employee safety. And as this was Amara’s first client, management might peek in to check on her status. Not because they truly cared, but because they’d want to know her capabilities. This was a sex club at its core, not a bar.
She grasped my shoulders, her hips still moving in that sexy way across my lap. “I’m not worried.”
“Mmm, but you should be.” I pressed the edge of my blade into her side, just below her ribs. Hard enough to feel, yet soft enough not to cut the silk of her teddy. “I told you the truth earlier, Amara. I’m here for business, and my business, darling, isyou.”
Amara
Ifroze.
Amara.
He knew my name.
Myrealname. Had said it with a certainty I felt deep in my stomach. Until the rest of his words registered.
A tremble ricocheted down my spine, my head jerking of its own accord, only to be held captive by the hand at the back of my head—a hand I’d enjoyed on me only moments ago.
“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “Don’t worry. No one will be interrupting us, but I’d very much prefer you to remain calm on the off chance someone is peeking in. I’d hate to have to kill others. I rather liketheDiavolo Rojo.”
I forgot how to breathe, my limbs locking in place, my fingers clamped around his shoulders.
Everything went hot and cold.
