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Scrambling to the chair, I drop down, obeying him. Taking his chair, he steeples his fingers, staring at me with a calculating look. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny.
“I didn’t mean to cause a scene.” I blurt the apology even though I know what happened wasn’t my fault.
His pale blue eyes spark, pleasure leaking into them. “Ocean. Ocean. Ocean.” He hums my name repeatedly as if he is tasting it on his tongue. “You have left me with no other choice. You will quit dancing.”
My mouth drops open, eyes widening in shock or incredulity I’m not sure.
Am I hearing things, or did he just demand I quit my job?
I stare at him. He stares at me. His face is impassive, but I know with certainty he means every word he just said.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
Chapter 13
Nico
She stares at me with parted lips and a look of complete shock on her face. I bite back a laugh, though the situation isn’t funny. I didn’t plan on ending my night by taking some fucking grabby asshole’s hand. But I guess being who I am, I should always expect the unexpected, though arguably, I doubt I would be exacting the same punishment had it been any of the other dancers he pulled into his lap.
Being as she hasn’t responded to my request, and concluding she didn’t hear me, I repeat my demand. “You will quit dancing.”
There is no other choice for Ocean now. Not now I have unleashed this possessive, primal need to keep her all for myself. I don’t want her on that stage any longer, or any more beady eyes viewing what is mine. I told her to stay put when Dante called me away. She didn’t listen. Usually Leo, being the manager, would deal with any drama within the club, but as it was the Feds that showed up, it was something I needed to handle. Had I not left the office, I would probably be buried balls deep inside her right now, and not in a fucking situation where she forced my hand. Made me demand this crazy shit. My jaw clenches when I realize how deep my attraction for this girl goes. At the hold she has over me.
Her eyes widen, mouth drops open. She laughs nervously only to stop when she realizes my face shows no hint of amusement or that this is all some big joke. It’s not. She won’t be dancing here… or anywhere else for that matter.
Her eyes narrow in on me, muscles lock into place. She is going to fight me on it. “No.” One word, but somehow, I knew that would be her answer.
“It wasn’t a question, and this is not up for discussion, Ocean. You will not be dancing here any longer.” My words are final, face blank. She doesn’t want to fuck with me right now. My monster is lurking, trying to push its way to the surface and if she denies me this request, she will see just who she is dealing with.
She shoots to her feet, defiance flashing in her blue eyes. My cock hardens. I both love and hate the fire she has inside her. I don’t want to completely put that flame out, but she will submit to me. “No. You can’t do this. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Standing, I brace my palms on my desk and lean in toward her. “I can and I will. This is non-negotiable. I have other businesses you can work at. Businesses where you…” my gaze drops down her body which is now covered by my suit jacket. I clear my throat. “Can keep your clothes on.”
She growls, the noise so damn cute, I have to hold down the laugh that is bubbling up inside me. I shake my head. The fuck? Nico Marchetti doesn’t laugh.
“Who the hell do you think you are, telling me where I can and can’t work? I like dancing. Iwantto dance. I am staying here.” She thinks her words are final, but this is my club. She ismygirl. And she will do what the fuck I tell her to.
“No. You. Are. Not.” I enunciate the words in case she is hard of hearing. Maybe the music down there is so loud, it has fucked with her eardrums or something. “Pack your shit. Leo will pay you what you are owed. You are done here. I have a spa a coupleblocks from where you are living. Come see me tomorrow. Eleven a.m. You can work the front desk.” I shove a business card towards her, withBellissima,the high-end spa I own, and details.
Ocean glares before glancing at the card and back to me. She makes no move to take it. She will though, even if I have to force her to. And she can scowl all she likes; it won’t get her anywhere. My mind is made up. She won’t be taking her clothes off to earn a buck. Not on my watch.
Straightening her spine, she smirks. “You don’t want me working here?” she taunts, “That’s okay. There are plenty of other clubs in this city, that I am sure will be looking for dancers.” She turns on her heels, heading for the door.
I’m around my desk, spinning her to face me, and pinning her against the wall in less than ten seconds. Her breath hitches as my hand wraps around her throat. Not tight but enough that it warns her I am not to be messed with. Those deep blue eyes dilate with fear and a hint of…lust? I smirk, leaning in so my mouth hits her ear. “No other club will hire you. I will make sure of that. I will have you blacklisted from every strip joint in the city. In the whole damn Tri-State area if I have to. Don’t push me on this,Tesoro. You won’t win. I am a very powerful man. You can work, but you will keep your clothes on. My word is law. Don’t test it. Now be a good little girl and go get changed. One of my men will take you home.” I finish, pulling back to look at her.
Her answering glower makes me want to press my lips to her and wipe the look from her face. I could make her feel so good. Have her screaming my name… My cock hardens just thinking of her tight cunt wrapped around my dick and I bite back a groan.
She swallows, the movement making her throat roll against my hand. I loosen my grip slightly. “Why are you doing this?” her voice breaks, defeat leaking into her eyes. I almost feel badfor her, that she has caught my attention. So many women before her have tried and failed. Though they think I am a prize, there are not many things worse than having the attention of Nico Marchetti. The look in Ocean’s eyes confirms it. “I don’t even know you,” she continues. “I’m just some girl that works in your club. Have you given any of the other dancers the same ultimatum?”
I shake my head, the move so small, that if she wasn’t so close, she would have missed it. “I don’t have to give you a reason as to why. It’s just what I want. And as for the other dancers? No. Just you. Take that as you will, Ocean. All I know is I don’t want men looking at you. You are for my eyes only.”
She sucks in a breath, her hands dropping to my chest as she tries to push me away. It’s no use. I’m big. Lean and muscular. Ocean is so petite. Tiny compared to me. She feels so good, pressed up against me. Like she was made just for me. Perfectly molded to fitme. My cock turns to steel, pressing against her. She gasps, shoving at me. “Let me go.” she whispers, her blue orbs turning watery.
A tear falls down her cheek. My eyes track the clear liquid, like a hungry lion. I want to lick it up and taste it on my tongue. Before I can stop myself, I lean in to do just that. My tongue darts out, licking a trail up her tear-soaked skin. Ocean flinches, her body tensing but she doesn’t stop me. I lick up her pale, flawless cheek, lapping at the salty tear as if I am a thirsty man in the desert. She tastes so good. I want to eat her up. Taste every inch of this perfect woman, who has embedded herself under my skin somehow. It’s a shame really. My poor littleTesororeally doesn’t know what she has gotten herself into.
Pulling away, I search her face. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, her breathing shallow. Fuck she is stunning. Exquisite. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as this girl in my life. Suddenly, I want to know everything. Every thought that haspassed in her pretty little head. I want it all. And for some reason that makes me angry. With a growl, I release her and step back. She startles.
What is it about Ocean that makes me act this way?
