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He scanned the crowd and, after a moment, his eyes fixed on the same woman as me. He spat a curse under his breath, and I forced the anger in my chest to subside. I forced every emotion away as I stared into the eyes of the enemy. “What are we going to do?” he asked, running his hand through his hair as Mia Genovese looked away and back at her dancing partner.
I wish I fucking knew. Her father had killed half my family a mere two days before, and here she stood, dancing in a club with no care in the world. My father and sister weren’t yet in the ground, and she wasdancing.And as she looked at me, she didn’t have the decency to look even remotely remorseful. We hadn’t decided how we’d come back at them, but we had to be careful about the tactics we used, or we’d upset the Commission. We couldn’t kill Pete, but his daughter? I had every right to end her miserable existence under thevendettacode and make things even.
I strode across the room and toward her, and I didn’t fail to notice the way people tracked me from the corner of their eyes. They sensed the predator among them, and they fled. Even her miserable excuse for a date. She turned into me, and there, behind her eyes, sat not even an ounce of recognition as she began swaying against me, smirking up at me as if she were the one in control. She rested her hand on my chest and spoke. “If you wanted a dance, big guy, all you had to do was ask.”
I couldn’t recall the last time someone outside of my inner circle had referred to me as anything other than “sir” or “boss.” Even as the son of the first Colombo boss, I had always been given the respect I was owed. She didn’t know who I was. I returned her smirk as the possibilities of what I could do flooded me. One possibility stirred above all the others—potentially the most twisted and perverse of them all. As she swayed against me, I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to convince her to come back to the alcove, so I loosened my hands on her waist and tilted my head back to my area.
“Let’s play,” I told her, and her gaze shifted between me and the alcove before finally nodding and following willingly. Oh, she would come to regret that decision eventually, but for tonight, I would make sure she wanted this. I would convince her to enjoy herself, and then tomorrow when she learned the truth, her reaction would make fucking her worth it.
She followed me inside, and Alessio looked between us, wisely keeping his mouth shut. “Stand outside. We have somebusinessto take care of here.”
My brother didn’t say a word as he followed my order and exited the tent, the other guards and men following suit. As soon as we sat alone, I looked her up and down. Despite the hatred that burned in my chest for her, I didn’t fail to notice that Mia Genovese was positively stunning in her silver evening dress. It looked like she wore minimal makeup beneath the blonde updo that accentuated the long curves of her neck. A natural beauty. She had all the men in this club fawning over her, and she still picked the wolf behind the curtain. I guided her toward the couch and pulled her into my lap as I leaned back. She pressed both hands into my chest and ground into me, hardening my cock immediately.
“I’d like to know your name,” she said, arching her back and grinding her hips into mine again.
The corner of my lip tilted up at the question. She had no idea. “Vin,” I replied, staring into those light green eyes that seemed to reveal every line of emotion she felt. I’d let her continue coming onto me. I’d let her have fun first, because once I got started, I wouldn’t be stopping.
“You don’t say much, do you, Vin?” she asked. I only smirked. “I don’t know how much experience you have with this, but a two-sided conversation typically makes this more fun for both parties involved.”
A spark of amusement lit my chest. She would be fun to break, I considered. But the thought of breaking her father through her had me clenching my fists on the fabric of the couch. It would be so easy to reach up and grab her throat—to flip our positions and end her life right here. Her father hadn’t hesitated to kill my sister, so what would be the difference? I knew the Commission respected an eye for an eye, but if I did that, I’d still be missing an eye. I wouldstillowe Pete Genovese another death, and I knew nobody else meant anything to him—nobody like his daughter.
I pushed those thoughts away as her hand slipped beneath my shirt and up my bare chest. “We can do this in silence if you prefer,” she mused. “But it’s more fun if you tell me what you want me to do.” This wasn’t about my pleasure. This was about humiliating her when I finally got my hands on her. This was about breaking her in a way that would break her father—a man who cared most about his business.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I told her, gripping her hair and tugging her head backward. That slender neck strained from the motion, and I guided her head down until she rested between my knees. Shesmiledat the way I tugged her hair, and my cock throbbed. I knew the hold had to be painful, but she released a small, performative moan. It had me wondering if she actually enjoyed it, and that had my arousal building.
“Happily,” she said, licking her lips and giving me the most seductive look I’d ever seen on a woman. She fingered my zipper while I watched, my grip involuntarily tightening as my cock came free. She looked at me through lowered lashes as she licked all the way up my cock and brought it into her mouth, sucking hard. She worked me between her lips, and I pushed her head deeper as her tongue worked meticulous circles around my head. I tilted my head back and exhaled deeply at the intense sensation of her mouth hitting all the sensitive spots and working the ones that she innately knew about.
“Fuck,” I whispered as she took me deep and held me there for a second. Deeper than anyone ever had without gagging and withdrawing. “Fuck,” I repeated with more force. I felt her lips curve back over my cock, and I jerked her head away by the hair. The smug smile she wore told me that she knew preciselywhat she was doing to me. It pleased me to know how she’d feel when she learned the truth, but I tugged her up and back on my lap, pulling down her panties just past her knees. She tried slipping them the rest of the way from her body, and I smirked, quickly standing and switching our positions, holding them around her calves as a partial restraint.
I turned so that she lay back on the couch, and without even a warning, I plunged into her. Mia gasped and arched, and it shocked me to find her so wet for me—so ready for this. I plunged into her again, meeting her dazed eyes. “You’re so wet,” I told her, tightening my grip on her waist and shuddering as she clenched around me.
I knew I was fucking her for a purpose, but Christ, this woman was far more interesting than I anticipated. She didn’t seem to mind being rough, and she had no fear of being with a man she didn’t know, even knowing that her family now had a new, relentless enemy. “What are you doing here tonight?” I asked her, remaining deep inside of her as I spoke.
Her quick, shuttering breaths came out as small pants, and I knew whatever answer she gave with me being buried deep inside of her would be genuine. “Exercising some new freedom I haven’t had in a long time,” she replied.
I clenched my teeth as I considered where that freedom had come from. I gathered both of her wrists in my hand and pinned them to the cushion above her head, thrusting hard into her. “Freedom typically comes at a price,” I replied, baiting her.
She nodded as I thrust again and again. A cry left her before I paused and waited for her response. “A price worth paying.”
I hated this woman with every fiber of my being, and I couldn’t stop myself from easing a hand up behind her head and gripping the back of her neck roughly. I pulled it upward, my fingers lingering over the pressure points there that I knew how to use. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the thrusting for a few moments, trying to ignore what exactly I was doing. But as her moaning grew more intense, I opened my eyes and found the eyes of the man who killed my family, planted on a pretty, deceptive little face. The face of a traitor. A monster.
I withdrew myself and stood, grabbing her ankles and flipping her onto her stomach. Immediately, Mia arched her back, and I gripped both of her hips as I shoved myself into her again, at peace with not seeing her face. As my release came quickly and I dug my fingers into her in a bruising grip, she shouted with the same release. It barreled through me with an intensity I hadn’t experienced for a long, long time. I looked down at her, realizing that this was my last chance to make a decision. I planned to take her, but should I do it now?
An idea hit me as I stood there, looking down on here. Therewasa way to take both her and something else her father would value. It would be cruel and twisted, but for vengeance, I’d do it.
She flipped herself back over quickly, and I narrowed my eyes on her. “I was expecting something rougher from you, big guy,” she said with an amused grin. “Something kinky.”
I hated the intrigue I felt as she spoke—the questions that arose in my mind. I’d kill her eventually, and none of those things mattered, but…I’d let her go tonight. I’d run my new plan by Alessio and the others, and then I’d strike tomorrow. “Maybe next time,” I told her. She had no idea what next time would entail, and I smirked as she turned and waltzed back into the fray of the club as if nothing had happened.
Alessio came back inside immediately, looking me over. “You fucked her?” he asked.
The cunning smile that pulled at my lips was a mockery of anything real as I leaned back into the cushioned couch.
“I have a new idea, and I think you’re going to like it.”
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MIA GENOVESE
