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Nico carried me off the stage. Check.
Helickedmy neck. Check.
His cock was hard when he pressed against me. Check.
Him telling me he was going to fuck me against the wall. Check. Check.
My stomach clenches almost violently just thinking about him inside me. Stretching me… destroying me with what can only be described as a weapon of mass destruction… Jesus.
I don’t have anything to compare him to, but he is big, reallybig,and that dirty mouth of his.... I know with absolute certainty that I will never survive someone like Nico Marchetti. But even knowing this, it doesn’t stop the moisture dripping between my thighs or the way my pussy clenches with a need so strong, I almost begged him to do as he said he would and shove his cock inside me. I’ve never really thought about sex. Never beenbothered by it. But with Nico… I want him to do all the dirty things his whispered words promised, no matter how much of a bad idea it is. I’m a contradiction right now. On one hand, I want to stay away from him and on the other… I want him. More than I have ever wanted anything in my life.
“Interesting night, right?” Selena’s voice breaks into my Nico fog, dragging me from my thoughts.
Shaking my head, I huff a laugh. “Yeah. You could say that.”
She chuckles. “Shall we get out of here? I got my period and could really use a bag of candy or something equally as sweet and full of sugar.” Her eyes light up. “Like pancakes.”
I open my mouth to answer, only to snap my mouth shut when the lights flicker on. Smiling, I exhale in relief. I hate the dark. “Looks like it’s back to work,” I murmur, slamming my locker shut. I start toward the door, pausing when Nico appears in the doorway. The chatter stops, the whole room falling silent as he stands there like a menacing presence. His gaze locks on me, a frown marring his face when his eyes rake over my near-naked body.
“Get dressed,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Shifting on my feet, I wrap my arms around myself. My body burns with the weight of curious, albeit jealous, eyes on me. Everyone is witnessing this. I swallow, self-conscious and embarrassed that he is addressing me in front of the other dancers. I squirm under everyone’s attention, particularly the intense stare of Nico. My cheeks heat and though I know every person in the quiet of this room will still hear me, I lower my voice to a whisper. “The power is back on. I still have an hour of my shift left.”
His eyes spark, predatory gaze never leaving mine when he steps further into the room. My heart jumps into my throat whenhe moves closer, and I want to look at the other girls. See the expressions on their faces, but I don’t dare look away.
“Your shift is over. I’m taking you home.” His repeats, his tone non-negotiable. It angers me. Who does he think he is? Coming in here, embarrassing me in front of all the other dancers. He doesn’t realize it, but he has just put a bigger target on my back. Apart from Selena, I am deemed an outcast amongst the others. The girls aren’t necessarily nasty to me, they just don’t acknowledge me. They are a clique – one I am not part of.
With Nico showing me interest, surely this will only make them hate me more and will cause me more issues. I don’t want that. I just want to keep my head down and make money. Keep myself to myself. I don’t want his attention, especially not right now when he is going to make things harder for me at work.
Pushing aside my fear of him, I straighten my spine, narrowing my eyes as I grit out. “No.”
His eyes flash with challenge, a smirk curving his lips and I only fear I have awoken the beast. He shoves his hands in his pants pockets, watching me like I am an insolent child. “I wasn’t asking. Get dressed, Ocean. I won’t tell you again,” he responds coolly. A whisper of shocked gasps sounds around the room and my cheeks heat in embarrassment. Nico glances around the room, daring anyone to go against him, before his detached eyes come back to me. My heart pounds in my chest and I know whatever he says next, I will not like. He speaks, his words cold, threatening. “I could always force you. But I am sure you don’t want me to do that in front of prying eyes. You have five minutes, Ocean. Not a minute longer.” He finishes, pinning me with a look that has my breath lodging in my throat. A smirk curves his lips and without another word he turns, leaving the room.
My mouth drops open in shock as I watch him leave. What the hell? He is a fucking asshole. Sucking in a much-neededbreath, I try to control the conflicting emotions coursing through my body before I even dare look at anyone else. When a couple of minutes have passed, I glance over my shoulder at Selena. She stares at me, in shock and bewilderment, but I don’t miss the questions in her hazel eyes.
“What was that all about? Do you know who he is?” she whisper-hisses, concern lacing her voice.
Rolling my eyes, I turn back to my locker, pulling out my yoga pants and hoodie. “It’s Nico. And no. I don’t know what that was all about.” I say in a hushed voice, trying to keep our conversation private. I mean, yes. I have an idea what his little display of authority was about. I’m not stupid. He clearly has some weird…infatuation or whatever it is with me. Why else would he keep calling me to his office for no reason, carrying me off stage and all the other shit he has pulled?
“Ocean, that was Nico Marchetti. It’s rumored he is…” she trails off, swallowing. Her worried eyes dart around the room before she shakes her head at whatever she was going to tell me. “Never mind. I will talk to you at home.”
I nod, pulling on my clothes. “Okay. We could still get pancakes if you want?”
She forces a smile, but I don’t miss the worry on her pretty face. “No. It looks like you already have plans. I will talk to you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I sigh, shooting her a soft smile.
Grabbing my bag, I make my way to the door without looking at any of the other girls. I already know what I will see on their faces.
***
Staring out of the window of the moving SUV, I nearly choke on the thick tension suffocating the small space. Nico is silent next to me, but I can feel his heavy gaze, burning into the side of my cheek.
After I dressed, I found him leaning against the wall outside the room. The same wall he had me pinned up against not even ten minutes earlier. My cheeks heated at the sight of him standing there, all big and powerful as he focused on his cell phone. It took mere seconds for him to lift his head and spot me, as if he could sense my presence, and within a couple of minutes, he had me in his car, insistent on taking me home.
Now here I am, locked in a car with a man I don’t know but I’m pretty sure is dangerous. Not able to stand the silence any longer, I glance over at him and blurt. “Why have you taken an interest in me? I mean, you could have any woman you want. So why me?” My eyes widen and as if I can take those words back, I slap a palm over my mouth. Oh god. Did I really just say that? To him of all people.
His lips curve up, those pale blue eyes glimmering with amusement and my heart crashes against my chest waiting for him to answer. “Hmm. Now isn’t that the million-dollar question. Why have I taken such an interestinyouwhen I could have anyone I want?” It’s not a question even though he asks it as one. He looks thoughtful for a long moment before confusion furrows his brow. He looks as perplexed about the situation as I feel. Like he can’t understand why his attention is on me.
