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They talked for a little while longer before she excused herself from the conversation.
I wondered if she’d asked him out, but he said no.
“This party could use some strippers and club music. The quartet is so overrated.” Damien appeared beside me, wearing a black suit with a matching tie. In his hand was a glass of scotch—on the rocks. His body was aligned with mine so we were both looking at Hades across the room.
Hades stood near the wall in the corner, his eyes moving to mine like I was a target. He drank from his glass as he watched me, never dropping his gaze. He was the hunter, and I was the hunted.
Damien gave me a gentle nudge in the side. “Are you gonna make him stand there alone all night?”
“He doesn’t have to stand alone if he doesn’t want to.”
“He wants to be alone…unless you’re there with him.” He moved into my line of sight and faced me head on. He had dark hair and a shadow on his face, but his charm was boyish. He had a dimple in each cheek, a playful sheen in his eyes. “Every woman in this room would kill to go home with him. You’ve hit the jackpot, and you don’t even know it.”
“Drug dealers are jackpots now?” I asked sarcastically.
Once he heard the subtle insult, he turned serious. “A man who can control territory the way he does is a fucking powerhouse. He’s the most brilliant guy I’ve ever met, and based on all the broken hearts he leaves behind, he’s the best at a lot of things.” He took a drink then walked away, letting me chew on that final message.
I handed my drink to a passing waiter and made my way over to Hades. My mother was busy talking to some of her friends, and Gustavo was so overwhelmed by guests that I was the last thing on his mind.
Hades kept watching me as I came near, his eyes growing more intense the closer I got. He looked my figure up and down with heated eyes, like he wanted to hike up my dress and fuck me against the wall.
When I reached him, I took the glass out of his hand and took a drink.
Scotch. Cliché.
He watched me drink, his hand sliding into his pockets.
I finished the whole thing and set the empty glass on a nearby table.
“What did Damien say to you?”
“Not much.” I looked into that handsome face and grew weak like always. My fingers tightened into a fist automatically because I wanted to grab him and pull him into me, planting a kiss on those scotch-soaked lips. “Just that you have a big dick and I should be sucking it right now.”
A slow grin subtly moved onto his lips. “I don’t disagree with that.”
“You want me to get on my knees right now and suck you off?”
The playfulness in his eyes died away immediately. He slowly morphed into the intimidating man I met a long time ago. His body oozed confidence, his eyes burning with possessiveness. “I wouldn’t stop you.” He moved toward me, coming so close that if anyone were watching, they would know we’d seen each other naked so many times. His chin tilted down toward my face, and he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
I didn’t stop him.
He pulled away and watched my expression. “I’m about to dig my hand into your pretty hair and kiss you so good, you come on the spot. We both know I don’t give a shit who sees us. They can watch me fuck you for all I care. So, don’t play games with me. You’ll lose—I promise you.”
“I wasn’t playing games.” My hand slid up his stomach to his chest, and my fingers dug into the fabric of his collared shirt. I gave it a gentle tug, stretching the premium cotton. I didn’t tug him into me for a kiss. Instead, I let him go then rubbed my hand over the defined bulge in his slacks.
I stepped away and moved to the balcony. The doors were closed because it was too cold on this winter night to move the party outside. I stepped onto the terrace then moved to the side of the patio, the place where I’d kissed him for the first time.
He followed behind me.
This time, I pushed him against the wall before I moved in and kissed him. I rose on my tiptoes and kissed his eager mouth, feeling his hand slide into my hair as he pulled me close. If anyone looked out the window, they might be able to see our dark figures moving around, but it would be hard to make out.
My fingers got his slacks open, and I pushed them down over his hips slightly, getting his cock free.
