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The music roars loudly as we enter the main space of the club, and I wait for further conversation until we’re closer.
“How are you tonight, sir?” I ask when I reach him, genuinely hoping he’ll have a good time.
He’s a decent man, trustworthy from my interactions with him. In all the digging I’ve done on him, I’ve found nothing he’s neglected to inform us of.
He likes his women, and he likes his whiskey, and I’m honored to provide him with both.
For a price.
Tobias and I link hands, and I give his palm a firm shake as Ms. Danvers sidles up next to him and places a purple kiss on his olive cheek.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Tobias says with a wink, looking down at his woman.
I can only hope he doesn’t get all soft now that he has a woman in his life. Or maybe, after she sees what goes on here, she’ll run far, far away from him, and he’ll keep lining my pockets, and I’ll keep making sure he has the consenting women to keep him satisfied.
I do my best to force my eyes to stay away from Giana for as long as humanly possible, not wanting to let on how much just the sight of her is ruining me. I’m thinking with my cock, and I’ve got a long night ahead of me, so I need to shake it off. But I swear to fucking God, when I first saw her, she had a goddamn halo above her head.
Shake it off, Dante.Fuck.
“Okay, so, you said you’ll show Giana around, and Tobias will show me around?” Ms. Danvers glances at me and holds eye contact with Tobias, and I’m willing to bet she’s looking for a way out. “Why don’t we just all go together?”
A short, clipped laugh escapes her lips, and I’m just about to speak up when Tobias comes through.
“I was hoping to spend a little alone time with you,cariña.” He kisses her hand and croons in her ear, but in order to be heard over the music, he says it loud enough that I can hear him.
I knew I liked Tobias. He flashes a cocky grin at his date as he runs a palm over his shaved head. A bodybuilder by day, Tobias is more than fit. He’s pure muscle, and it’s not hard to see how he landed a beautiful woman like Ms. Danvers.
The women exchange a look I almost miss, but unable to keep my focus away from Ms. Carey for even a goddamn second longer, I catch it.
“We’ll meet back up in a little while,” I tell the two of them, my eyes on Ms. Carey’s.
Finally, the women part after speaking a few words. While Giana is busy deadlocked on her friend walking away, I watch her. Her eyes travel past me as if she’ll never see her friend again, and I use these sacred moments to drink her in. Her white lingerie only accentuates just how fucking stunning that perfect, curvy body of hers is.
Carnal desire fills me when I take in her perfect hourglass figure. I swear I can practically feel the soft skin of her delicious hips as I wrap my fingers around her flesh, claiming her from behind…can almost see her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she arches her back, writhing with pleasure and panting with need.
My cock hardens, and I adjust myself, clearing my throat.
“Ms. Carey.”
She looks at me, and I swear it’s borderline fucking cinematic the way she appears in slow motion in front of me, people dancing all around her, the lights in this great room dim and moody, but she remains stoic, unmoved. Her gaze flutters up to mine, our eyes meeting for the first time since we were in the entrance hall, and she sucks in a sharp breath, her collarbone catching my attention as her chest rises and falls back into place.Breathtaking.
“Please, call me Giana.”
An unforeseen anger flickers to life inside me. I’ve never been one to deny how beautiful women are. But the desire I feel for this one is guttural.
Women are the only wholesome part of this world we have left. Untouched, unmarked.Innocent.Their bodies, their minds, their fucking souls. Something to be worshipped. Something to be kept far away from bastards like me. But alas, fucking is my favorite pastime, followed closely only by taking down greedy motherfuckers one at a time and building my family’s empire.
My unexpected anger stems from this ravenous fucking need.
I have my pick of damn near any woman I could ever want, but it’s never because I have the undeniable urge to connect our bodies in an intimate way, to feel her beneath me, to watch as she comes apart under me,becauseof me. It’s nothing like this, and it builds and builds until a gentle annoyance morphs into the perfect storm.
I like fucking. Raw, animalistic, memory-numbing fucking.
But what my body is begging me to do right now is anything but. I want to take my time with her, watch her body react to mine. To fuck into pure exhaustion only to wake up and do it all over again.
Fucking traitor.
“Giana.” Her name slips from my lips, and I don’t miss how her flawless, heart-shaped lips part slightly. “Please,” I say, offering my arm to her.
