Page 55 of Vendetta

“I…” I fall silent at the look on his face. I didn’t even know he had a brother. He’s not mentioned his family once. Not even after I spoke about mine.

He lets out a low exhale of air. “Would you like to dance?” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“This is a charity event, I wanted to show you off…” He states taking my hand.

“I thought after that you might want to leave.”

“Why would I do that?” He asks.

“You like to plan Nico. That’s your style.”

He smirks. “Maybe I do but right now I want to dance with you.” He says leading me onto the dance floor and I feel more eyes on us.

“Can you actually dance?” I ask thinking of the last time we attempted to and how that ended up. I’m not sure how the city elite would feel if he decided to get his admittedly divine cock out and start fucking me here for them all to watch.

“Of course I can.” He says before spinning me round so fast my breath catches in my throat.

“Is this your attempt at sweeping me off my feet?” I tease.

He laughs. “I thought I already did that?” He murmurs.

“What about Blaine and that other guy?” I ask. “Was he really a cop?”

His face remains passive but I see the anger in his eyes. “No he wasn’t.”

“So what that was a test? Of me?”

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t need too. We both know what it was.

I grab his collar, meeting him head on. “I told you I’d do anything for you Nico. That wasn’t a lie.”

“I didn’t think it was.” He states.

Neither of us are dancing. We’re standing still in the middle of the room while couples spin and turn around us.

“I meant what I said. I will kill for you.”

“I know Eleri.”

“Then tell your men that if they ever pull a stunt like that again they’ll have to answer to me.”

He grins for a moment before his mouth crashes into mine. I groan against him, letting him win for a second before I pull myself away.

“You make my cock so hard when you’re like this.” He says.

“Like what?”

“Fierce, fiery. My woman.” He states.

I scoff. I’m not trying to turn him on right now, I’m trying to make a point.

“Do you always think with your dick?” I ask.

“When it comes to you Eleri, it’s hard not to.” He says. His hands are gripping my waist in a way that’s almost indecent. I know if I look his dick will be there, erect in his pants, straining the fabric to get out.

“It looks like you need a little assistance?” I say glancing down, seeing that I’m right.

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