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I suddenly felt like the female prize in a bullfight. I wasn’t a thing anyone could butt horns over. But something dark and primitive stirred the blood in my veins.
“Buona sera, Raven,” Nico said, making my blood pump harder. He nodded to Dario, who nodded back with an easy smile.
“Ciao, Nico. I was just…” Dario laughed. “I was just keeping your seat warm,cugino.” He turned his attention to me for one brief moment. “It was nice to meet you, Raven. Enjoy your evening.” He slid off the barstool and walked away.
I lost him quickly. I wasn’t really watching him. All of my attention was fixed on the tall, dark Adonis in front of me as he leaned down until his lips were a hair’s breadth from my ear.
“Were you trying to make me jealous, Raven?” he whispered as his breath tickled my flesh.
I tried to answer him.
I tried to tell him that I had no idea he would be here and that even if he had been, I fully expected to find him with another woman. But words eluded me, so I shook my head, which made his lips graze against the shell of my ear.
“Because if you were, it worked,” he said at the same time.
Shivers so strong they felt like tiny jolts rippled through me.
“I feel the urge to mark you. To make sure there’s no doubt that every inch of you belongs to me,” he said with his lips still next to my ear and his body so close I could feel the heat coming off him.
This was nothing like the slight tingling in my veins I’d managed to muster up with Dario. This was earthquaking panty-soaking arousal.
“And if it wasn’t clear to you the other night, I leave my mark with my teeth,” he finished, then leaned away, looking at me with a very different light in his eyes.
It wasn’t the glint of a blade. It was like green fire.
Shouldn’t a guy threatening to bite me be a clear sign to get my butt out of here? I squeezed my thighs tight against the throbbing desire his words evoked. The light graze at first, the pressure as his teeth sunk in, the sharp sting. Even now, I could feel the sensation traveling down the line and setting me on fire.
He grabbed my hand and tugged me off the barstool without another word. His grip was firm, but somehow, I knew if I resisted, he’d let go. But I didn’t.
He pulled me through the heated-body crowd of club goers to a door at the back of the club. With a hard shove, he swung the door open and pulled me through, down what seemed like an oddly elegant set of wood-stained stairs for a basement. The newel post and spindles had been carved with intricate detail, forming the shapes of angels and demons, it seemed.
There was nothing ordinary about this basement.
Dark wood paneling lined the hallway walls, and rich rugs in black, red, and gold patterns covered the floors. Tall ceilings, peppered with ornate chandeliers.
He pulled me past one closed door after another, each of them carved and stained dark like something out of a Gothic mansion. Black leather benches and wing-backed chairs lined the halls.
Nico pulled me through an open doorway on the left, halfway down the hall. The moment I stepped inside, I froze.
A large four-poster bed sat in the center of a room decorated in the same black, red, and gold as the hallway. It looked like something right out of a vampire fantasy.
Is that why Nico likes to bite?I wondered for one strange moment.
I could even imagine him laying me down, mesmerizing me with the green fire in his eyes before sinking his teeth into my neck. Crazy, maybe, but at least it would explain my fascination with the dangerous man. This was what I got for bingingTwilight.
I should have turned around and hightailed it out of that room—out of the basement and out of the club. I probably should have hailed a cab, driven straight to the airport, and caught a flight back to California. But all I could do was look around in wonder while my insides twisted up in some strange mixture of fear and arousal.
He tugged me further into the room to the foot of the bed. He grabbed hold of the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head in one swift movement, leaving me standing in his lair in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties.
He left the door wide open.
I was painfully aware that someone could walk by at any moment, but I couldn’t muster up the modesty to care.
“I don’t know what you did to me,” he said, releasing the clasp of my bra between my breasts with a flick of his fingers. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” He grabbed hold of the side of my panties and ripped them apart, pressing the wet fabric hard against my pussy. The way Nico was looking at me, kind of like he’d never wanted something so much in his life, had my body trembling and needy—and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
His eyes grazed over my body once more. Then his lips captured mine as he pulled me so close I could almost feel every plane and groove of his body through his thin shirt.
He tore his lips away and leaned back to look at me, meeting my gaze.
