Page 22 of Stolen Christmas
“I didn’t have one that went with the dress.”
“It would make stripping difficult.”
“This wasn’t the outfit I was going to wear for the show. I just have to show up to the club looking pretty.”
“Sexy is the key word. Turn around and show me the rest, slowly.” I continue to dance as the song changes, rocking my hips while slipping out of my dress ever so deliberately. Low grunts come from him with every move, and his eyes never leave me even as his phone rings.
“Shouldn’t you get that?”
“No. Nothing matters except for getting you naked and riding me. Now come here.” I move toward the devil who I’ve made a Faustian deal with.
“Fuck, I’m going to devour your ass.” He quickly pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his thick thighs. With two hands, he palms my bare asscheeks. “Fuck, they’re so good. I’m going to find all the damn footage and tear the eyes out of every piece of shit who saw you dancing like this.”
“Tonight was supposed to be my first night.”
“That’s good, because you just saved a lot of fucking lives tonight.” He pinches my chin between his finger and thumb, staring me dead in the face. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, little girl, but you will learn.” Drawing my face to his, our mouths meet and I lose my breath. He steals my kiss and my soul, effortlessly bending me to his will.
The sensuous pull is irresistible when I should fight. He drags his lips away, gliding them along my jaw to my throat. His teeth scrape against my shoulder. Unable to fight, my body rocks against his while his hands tighten against my back, holding me closer. Lifting me up, he carries me away.
“Wait.”
“What is it?”
“Umm…”
“Nothing’s going to stop me from fucking you tonight unless you want your brother to be offed.” He drops me onto the bed.
“Look, is that supposed to get me all hot and bothered? Don’t be an asshole. I find you attractive, which I shouldn’t since I have a boyfriend.” I say the words, and I hate that I’m still so horny.
He’s on me in a second, his hand on my throat, giving it a good squeeze. Still, I’m not afraid of him, pussy throbbing between my legs. “Don’t you fucking say that shit again. Thatfucker is nothing to you. Besides, you fucking a married man isn’t something to be proud of.”
“You’re married.” There’s where my body turns ice cold, and I shove his large frame away.
He smirks like a prick, but then shakes his head. “No, sweet girl. The little fucking desk jockey.”
I shake my head, and tears well up in my eyes. How could I have been so dumb? I’m happy I didn’t give him my v-card. “Fucking idiot. Where’s your bathroom? I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Please tell me you’re not pregnant by that bastard. His death will definitely be slower.”
“No, of course not. Bathroom.”
“Over there.” I run and wash my face, feeling like a fool. Thank goodness I only let the bastard kiss me because I couldn’t bring myself to go further yet. With my brother and I struggling, I didn’t feel right even dating, let alone getting intimate with a man I just met. Besides, Anthony made me uncomfortable all the time. I only let him get that close because I was using him to make my life easier, but after his insult yesterday, I thought it was going to be over between us until he called about Noah.
While I wash my face, I hear Luca on the phone with someone, and he’s speaking fast in Italian. I have no idea what he’s saying, but his tone isn’t a pleasant one. Drying my face, I realize I’ve smeared my makeup on his expensive plush towel. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”
“Bambolina, don’t worry about that. Come here.”
“I was wrong about tonight. It seems something was going to stop me from taking you tonight. You’re too upset that your lover betrayed you.”
“He wasn’t my lover. That’s what I was trying to tell you. We didn’t do more than kiss.” His mouth falls open, and I press his chin to close it and he bites my finger.
“Dio mio. Again, I will wait until tomorrow. I have matters to attend to this evening. You will take your little bottom to bed. Don’t think of leaving because my words are no less valid than they were before. Your brother destroyed something my mother wanted for Christmas, so we’re going to give her another gift.”
“What gift?”
“A grandchild.” He kisses my forehead and walks out of the bathroom like he didn’t just drop that bombshell of fucking his baby into me.
Chapter Eight
