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I should never have come here. My feelings for that damn mafia prince are already complicated enough as it is. I don’t need to add even more to the weird connection I feel to him.
A huff escapes my throat as I slam into someone’s chest.
“Hey,” a man says, sounding more surprised than angry. “I haven’t seen you here before.”
Looking up, I find a blond guy with green eyes and a lean athletic frame blinking at me. He’s objectively attractive, but I have already stayed far too long. I need to leave. Now. Where the fuck is the door again?
“Wow,” he says. Reaching up, he draws his fingers over my cheekbone. “Your eyes are very pretty.”
It takes everything I have not to slap his hand away and instead press out, “Thanks.”
I scan the hallway behind him and realize that I walked the wrong way when I left the living room. The front door is behind me. Fuck, I’m not usually this unaware of my surroundings. But seeing Rico like that threw me off more than I want to admit.
The guy slides his hand down my throat and over my collarbones while he flashes me what I think is supposed to be a seductive smile. “You know, there are some empty rooms upstairs.”
“I was actually on my way home,” I reply while starting to turn around.
He grabs my arm. “Oh, come on—”
My hands shoot up, and within the span of a few seconds, I’ve grabbed his wrist and pried his fingers from my arm. He lets out a strangled noise of pain as I twist his wrist back so far that I almost break it. Another whimper spills from his lips as he shifts his body along with my movements to ease the strain on his wrist.
“I saidno,” I growl at him. “Now fuck off.”
In the drunken chaos, no one around us notices. I just reacted on instinct, but I’m hoping that this guy won’t remember me tomorrow as I quickly release him. Spinning on my heel, I start towards the front door.
And come face to face with Rico.
A knowing smile curls his lips as he meets my gaze. “So, the cat does have claws.”
Alarm crackles through me. Oh fuck. He wasn’t supposed to see that.
Rico jerks his chin, silently ordering the blond guy to leave. He scrambles away immediately, cradling his wrist.
Suspicion swirls inside me as I flick a glance towards the guy. “Did you send him? Did you tell him to try to hit on me like that?”
Narrowing my eyes, I turn back towards Rico. But I forget the rest of what I had been about to say, because the damn mafia prince has moved so close that my chin almost hits him when I turn my head back. I blink, edging a step back. Rico presses forward.
My back hits the wall with a thud that is lost in the music and chatter around us.
“No,” Rico replies. Ruthless power pulses from his muscular body as he stops right in front of me, his brown eyes locked on me. “In fact, I will be paying him a little visit later. Because you’re mine. And no one touches you except for me.”
My heart flips at the dark protectiveness in his words. And at the heat in his eyes as he stares at me. I can’t tell for certain, but I’m pretty sure that it’s not only from anger.
I lick my lips.
His hand shoots up, and he draws his thumb over my bottom lip, following the same path my tongue just did.
And for one ridiculous moment, I desperately wish that I was just a normal girl. That I could just drink that entire cup of pink sparkly alcohol that Carla gave me earlier and then take this criminally gorgeous man up to a bedroom and run my hands through his rich brown hair and trace the contours of his hard muscles and then fuck his damn brains out just because I want to. Just because I also want to be a real person who makes real connections and does real stupid shit. Even if only for a moment.
Rico slides his fingers from my lips and down my throat before trailing them across my collarbones in almost exactly the same way that the blond guy did. But this time, the reaction it produces is completely different. Instead of wanting to break his wrist, I want him to move his hands lower.
He doesn’t. His hand remains resting lightly at the base of my throat. But he does raise his other hand, slowly drawing it up the side of my thigh.
A shudder of pleasure threatens to roll through me, and I barely manage to suppress it.
While keeping his eyes locked on mine, he slides his hand up my bare thigh, pushing the dark purple fabric of my dress up as he continues towards my hip.
“Why aren’t you pushing me off like you did with him?” Rico asks. Though, given the sheer amount of authority in his voice, it’s more of a demand.
