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PROLOGUE
EMILIA
When I slipped Franco, my bodyguard, the sleeping pills half an hour ago, I hadn’t expected him to still be standing, watching me with those hawk eyes of his. He stands stoically still, his eyes transfixed on me, making me fidget at his scrutiny.
Picking up my champagne glass, I take another tentative sip and glance around the poker table. As if on cue, I throw my head back on the laugh I’ve crafted over the last twenty years when the stocky man beside me makes another lame joke about the game being fixed.
Sensing I’m being watched, I glance around, and my eyes latch onto those of a guy leaning against the wall opposite me. He’s around thirty, and his bright-blue eyes roam over my body as though he’s imagining me naked, and the thought makes me flush in pleasure. He’s tall—well, everyone is compared to me. Maybe six foot two? His hair is dark with a slight wave, and it’s a little messy too, which I like. The top buttons on his shirt are open, revealing a bronzed chest that makes my mouth water and has my fingers itching to touch.
As we finish our perusal of one another, our eyes draw back to their starting point, and his piercing blue gaze seeps into mine, making my heart stutter. Something passes between us—maybe an acknowledgment of our mutual attraction for one another—but whatever he’s thinking makes his lips lift at the corner, gifting me with a sexy smirk. I dart my eyes away as warmth floods me from the inside out, forcing me to take another sip of my champagne to disguise how much I’m attracted to this man.
I turn my head to find Franco looking a little dazed. He braces himself with one hand on the wall, and I decide now is the time to make my move. My heart rate kicks up a notch as I put my carefully orchestrated plan into action.
Two of my brother’s men rush toward him as I slip away from the table. My pulse races as I push through the crowded room, away from Franco and the ties that bind me to my future.
If I’m going to take this next step, it will be on my terms, not some dumb Mafia agreement. I will have one night of freedom before I have to spend a lifetime being a slave to the organization. Worst of all, a slave to him. A man I have no attraction to, whatsoever, all for the sake of a business deal.
SHAW
The woman rushes from the table.
When her gaze traveled over my body, my entire being lit up, with flames simmering my veins and forcing all the blood to rush to my cock.
I’m standing in a Las Vegas casino with a raging hard-on, all from a woman simply looking at me. I’ve never had this reaction before, not even from my ex, Lizzie.
I stared at her. Licking my lips, roaming my gaze over her delicious body, taking in every fucking incredible inch of her. As my gaze slowly traveled up her curves and landed on her delectable tits, her nipples peaked as though realizing how much I craved her. Her blood-red lips parted when my eyes met hers once again, and her eyes were so dark they’d pass as black, and for some unknown reason, I want to see them up close, just to be sure. She’s a brunette—also unlike my ex—with thick waves flowing over her shoulders.
As she rushes from the table, I wonder if it had something to do with the short fat man ogling at her tits each time she laughed.
My dick weeps a little at the thought of her tits bouncing while she rides me. I scrub a hand through my hair.Fuck me, I have it bad.I need to get laid and satiate this damn drought I’m in, thanks to Lizzie.
Pushing off the wall, I go in search of my little damsel in distress to see if I can appease my cock.
Striding toward the doors on a mission, there’s a flash of her red dress near the exit to the casino. She glances over her shoulder, as though checking for someone, and the thought makes my eyebrows furrow, but I don’t allow myself to think on it. My legs quicken, determined not to lose her. She’s about to push through the doors when I reach out and snag her wrist. She jumps at the contact and stumbles in shock. When she turns her head over her shoulders and our eyes connect, I finally see onyx. They’re onyx, not the least bit brown. Beautiful. Unusual. Unique.
We stand there for a minute, staring at one another, and when someone pushes into me, I’m forced against her. My grip on her wrist tightens, and my free hand snakes out to grasp onto her hip to hold us in place.
My cock presses against her, and her eyes widen at the realization, making my lips lift into a cocky grin. I’m about to tell her she can take it for a ride, but an alarm pierces the air, cutting into the sexual haze growing between us.
Fuck, I need to feel more of her. To have her body pressed against mine as I slide inside her. My cock twitches with the thought.Yeah, I need her right fucking now.
Her face falls and her eyes startle, and I wonder if the sudden crowds rushing toward us are causing her discomfort. I lean down to speak in her ear. “You wanna get out of here?”
Relief mars her face, and her tense shoulders relax.
I can’t help but smile at her. “Yes. Please.” She bites into her bottom lip, and I have the sudden urge to tug it from between her teeth and draw it into my mouth with a sharp nip.Jesus, I need her.
Instead, I opt for giving her a sharp, confident nod.
“Let’s go.”
EMI
I can’t believe I’m doing this. This isn’t me; I don’t do things like this. Never. I try to act unfazed by the intoxicating scent of pure masculinity waving off this man. My eyes roam over his broad shoulders, and the magnetic pull takes me to his bright-blue eyes once again.
Pulling my shoulders back, I swallow down the nerves. I’m Emilia Varros, a Mafia princess. I can do this.
His eyebrows narrow a little as though sensing a change in me. Relief hits me when the elevator pings. “This is us. You sure you want to do this, Red?” His mouth breaks into a breathtaking smile that puts me at ease.
