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A smirk tilts his lips and he grunts low and deep, his blue eyes hot and searing as they skate down my body. I flush and glance down, knowing what I’ll see, knowing that it’s not going to change no matter how much I wish it would.
My thick curves are fine for the library where I can cover them with skirts that skim and long sweaters that hide every ripple of extra weight.
But here? In the dress that Petal picked out for me? There’s nowhere to hide. My eyes drop and I can’t breathe. I know that the silky, dark blue fabric doesn’t hide all the extra parts of me that I usually work hard to keep hidden and I don’t want this man to see them. He’s too perfect. Too much like a damn god. There’s not one ounce of flab on him.
A warm finger curls under my chin as he moves closer to me and I can smell the spicy, manly scent of him surrounding me. Enticing me. My mouth waters and I let that big, tanned finger lift my jaw up to meet his gaze. Expecting what? That he’ll be sorry that he saw me like this?
I don’t really know. But what I see in his eyes makes my heart stop, my breath hitch in my throat.
It’s not disgust or pity. It’s lust. Desire and lust in equal measures in his darkened blue gaze. I can’t breathe over the pounding in my chest. The raw, itchy feeling on my skin begging for his touch. My tongue feels big in my mouth, I can’t swallow.
And I want to be closer to him. To feel the long, hard length of his body tight to mine.
He smirks wickedly and it’s like he can read my mind. Like he’s in sync with all my dirty, raunchy thoughts. He moves closer and he’s so tall that I have to crane my neck back even in the four-inch, strappy, dark blue heels that Petal talked me into wearing. I gasp when his big hands slide heavily around my backside, jerking me against his muscular body.
“What’s the matter, beautiful? Cat got your tongue?” He leans closer and his mouth whispers along my ear, his breath making me shudder and close my eyes. His teeth closing on the crest of my ear lobe has me rolling against him, silently begging for every scrap of his attention. “I’d fucking tear that cat limb from limb to get to your tongue.”
It’s like I’m on a roller-coaster. My belly flips and twirls like a crazy thing.
“Tell me your name,” he growls, the crisp words slapping into me.
“T-t-tally?” I say, all the sudden unsure what it even is. Did I get it right? I don’t know. Why the hell isn’t my brain working?
CHAPTER2
Xavier
Ispot her the second she comes in the door of the club. It’s not what she’s wearing. She’s dressed the same as any other woman in the club. Sexy, skimpy, silky little dress that barely comes to mid-thigh and fuck-me heels that make her long, long legs look incredibly sexy.
No, it’s not the clothes. It’s the body that’s in them. Soft and plush and so damn curvy that it just about makes me swallow my tongue. My cousin smirks at me when he sees where my eyes are.
“Did you find a tasty little snack for tonight, my friend?”
I want to punch him right square in the mouth for talking about my future wife like that.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” I grunt at him, taking a sip of my whiskey and keeping one eye on her lush figure the whole time.
“Why the hell not?” He throws his head back and laughs, his brown eyes twinkling. “Pussy in this place is easy. The women are a dime a dozen.”
“That’s my wife,” I stand up and stalk over to the railing.
“What?!”I smirk at the shock in his voice. “Did you get married behind my back?”
“Of course not. But I will have her. She belongs to me.”
“Does she know that?” He asks wryly as she dances in the midst of the crowd of Friday night revelers.
“No. But she will. And soon.”
He grins and it’s not a pleasant grin. The sharp edge of steely resolve scares most people but not me. He’s my second. We’re both made men and my father runs the most-feared branch of the mafia in this area. No one dares to cross me. Cross any member of my real and my extended family.
“Does he know that?” He points with his own whiskey and my head whips around angrily.
A deep growl rumbles up from my belly. “Who the fuck is that?”
Victor shakes his head. “I don’t know. But he looks like he likes your wife and he doesn’t see a ring!” His laughter rings out as I stalk down the steps to the ground floor.
“Try not to kill him!” He hollers after me. I grunt under my breath. I’m not promising anything.
