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Leaning forward, I open wide enough to suck the offered morsel from his fingers , biting down on them as I do.I slowly lick them and then chew my food.
“Well, looks like I better go get a dress sexy enough to have you and every other man in there distracted tonight,” I say, pressing my hands on the table and standing.
His jaw clenches, a subtle twitch in his facial expression, and he shifts restlessly in his seat.
“You like me being different. Remember that, Mr. Falcone. You wanted this.”
I flip him off and rush up the stairs two steps at a time, expecting him to chase after me and bend me over his knee. Slamming the door, I lean against it for support.
Why do visions of him doing exactly that make me so hot for him?
It’s late by the time I get back from my shopping spree, courtesy of Frankie’s black AmEx.
The house is cold and empty without him here.
I didn’t miss the fact Jax and Kai were tailing me the whole time. I’ll be having words with him about this.
I know I fucked up; I ran from him. I will have to earn his trust, but he has to earn mine, too.
There’s a feeling that I can’t shake that tonight's events are a test for him. All I know is, I want to pass it with flying colors.
He’s promised me power, and to work alongside him if I prove myself.
I can't help but smile as I pull my new dress up, mesmerized by the way the small diamante's glimmer in the light. It’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, like it was made for me. With a black leather skirt, the top half is a sparkly meshed material, with a halter neck, plunged neckline and open back.
There is a jacket to put over the top. I’m not sure how he’s going to feel about introducing me to his friends and people at the club with all my tattoos out. Especially having one arm fully covered in ink.
I don’t want to embarrass him. Men don’t always take well to seeing my skin.
I love them. I started getting them after what happened with my ex, Ash. Dad controlled every part of my life, so every time I felt overwhelmed or pissed off, I’d go and add to the collection.
It’s freeing. The pain and the reward. Perfectly imperfect.
For years, I’ve had to hide them. That’s why I always avoided putting them on my neck and hands. These are for me more than anyone else, something I could have control over.
I spend the next hour applying my make-up and straightening my silky black hair, finishing off the look with a swipe of deep red lipstick. Running my black nails through my hair to give it some volume, I take a look at myself in the mirror. My dark smokey eyes bring out the green, the lipstick a pop of color against the black.
Finally, I shuffle into my dress, making sure my tits look perfect for him.
I want his jaw to hit the floor when he sees me. I finish off the lock with a pair of heeled biker boots, fully embracing my style.
As the door crashes open, I look up and see Frankie freeze in his tracks, his eyes slowly traveling up my body. I feel my cheeks heat up as he bites down on his fist.
“Holy fuck,” he hisses out, and it sets my whole bodyon fire.
“I-I’m speechless, dolcezza.” His tone is husky as he stalks toward me.
My breath catches as he traces his finger along my throat and down the neckline of my dress. I’ve never felt more beautiful in my entire life. The way this man is looking like he wants to bend me over and fuck me like an animal has my heart racing.
“The most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” There is a sincerity in his tone that has me speechless.
His touch ventures down my dress, reaching the hemline that stops at the center of my thigh.
“How am I going to concentrate on anything other than this perfect body?” he groans, his hot breath beating against my sensitive skin.
His other hand tightens around my ass, causing me to snug against him, my body pressing into his solid chest.
“It’s a sex club. You don’t need to think about work.” I smile.
