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Why am I playing along with her stupid games?
“What are you doing here?”
She scans me from the shoulders of my tailored suit, down the lines of the jacket to the button of my pants, and back up again. Her jaw tenses as I wait for her to answer me.
“Anything I want to do,” she replies finally.
My lips split into a smirk. Slowly, I reach up and grab her by the neck, holding her with enough strength to have her rethink lying to me. “Let’s try this again, Isabella.”
Her eyes are dark pools and let nothing of her inner world slip through. She slowly lifts her hand to my wrist and grabs hold of me in return, her brows furrowing into a scowl. “Why does it matter to you, Ricardo? I’m an adult. I’m allowed to go out if I want to go out.” She lifts on the tips of her toes to speak against my ear.
“Not to this place.”
“I want to be here,” she protests. “So leave. No one needs you around to babysit them.”
That’s it. I’ve made up my mind. I don’t give a shit who is around; I’m going to throw her over my knee and spank her within an inch of her life until she’s begging and crying for me to stop.
My mouth shifts into a grim line the longer I stare at her, but looking away is impossible. Even though I know I’ve got calls to make.
“Tell me the fucking truth. You came here for a reason, right?” I drop my mouth to her ear and nip her lobe. “And I’m the reason.”
“Why do you care?” She turns on me with fire in her eyes, and I drop my hold on her neck. “It’s not like it matters.”
“Do you want it to matter?” I ask.
“What I want is for you to stop answering me with a question. It’s a small request but something I highly doubt you’re capable of doing. So, fuck it, forget it.”
“You are infuriating. Sometimes I want to beat your head in, and other times, I want to spank you until you learn how to behave.” I can think of a few other tactics to make her behave, but I’ve come this far and managed to keep a tight hold on my leash of self-control.
It’s been a repeating fantasy of mine for too long now. Since the moment I saw her, and noticed how her lips curve into a slight smile when she thinks no one is looking at her. There is much more to Edward Balestra’s middle daughter than most people believe, and it’s because of her position and mine that I’ve managed to hold back.
Until tonight.
Until she met me, taunt for taunt, in front of a fucking glory hole.
“Telling me how you want to spank me won’t make me leave, Ricardo.” Isabella follows insult with injury when she pats me on the chest like I’m a boy. The gesture is shallow and placating.
Before I have a chance to grab her again, she turns and disappears into the crowd as if she’s a chameleon, and it’s her damn job to blend in. It must be, too. I lose sight of her for too long.
Christ. I swipe a hand through my sweat-slicked hair, biting down on the inside of my lip and sucking my teeth.
Following her is going to lead to nothing but trouble. Trouble I may or may not be able to talk or shoot my way out of, depending on what kind of mood she’s in tonight. Doesn’t seem to be a good one, either.
If I don’t follow her, and if anything happens to my uncle’s wife’s sister…then it’s going to be deeper shit, and I don’t have my waders.
Isabella is looking for a fight.
She’s looking to feel something. She wants to come alive the same way the rest of us do, except she’s got more life inside of her than anyone else I know.
With a groan and wishing I had more than a single shot in my system, I cut across the dance floor, pushing bodies out of the way. Grinding along with the rest of them when it seems easier to meld instead of using force.
This fucking place.
Here…this is neutral territory, ripe for anyone to come in and play their mind games.
By the time I finally manage to find Isabella again, she’s got some stranger's hands on her tits and her ass grinding away against his front, the kind of dancing you reserve for horizontal play.
He’s practically got her dress pushed down, and her breasts bared.
