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“What we’ve done is none of your business,” she says in a harsh tone. She catches herself and softens the blow with a sly smile. “Can’t exactly take care of business in the middle of a crowded dance floor.”
“So auction storage is the best place for a couple of young lovers?” Stefan steps into the light, and although there is no hint of his earlier loss of control, I know him, all too well. He’s hanging on by a thread, and he’ll use any excuse he can find to stir up trouble, to let out a little bit more of the aggression he hadn’t been able to lose on his fiancée’s face.
“Rather than enjoying the festivities, you choose to run off. I can’t say I blame you, Marco.” His attention is wholly focused on fake-Natasha, his gaze zeroing in on the swell of her hips and lower. “I don’t blame you for not wanting to wait until the party’s over. With such an attractive woman, I’m sure you were all too eager to bend her over this couch and stake your claim.”
“That’s enough,” I say through gritted teeth. “Whatever point you’re trying to make, get there. Quickly.”
“Oh?” Stefan arches a brow and steps around me, reaching for her. He trails his finger over her wrist and higher before skimming down her ribs. She freezes. “Perhaps I want to see—”
“Shit, Stefan. Keep your hands to yourself. I told you that she’s my date.”
Natasha isn’t the only one pissed off now. Stefan’s heavy handedness, the way he always tries to take, take, take has reached a boiling point.
Not liking the challenge, Stefan pulls his shoulders back, glaring at me. “Prove you’re an item, Marco. If you’d like to keep her for yourself, then prove it to me. Otherwise, I’ll take her from you, right here, in the middle of the party. I will drag your little redhead out to the middle of the convention center floor and fuck her where everyone can hear her scream.”
Beside me, the agent blanches.
“You’re out of your goddamn mind,” I grunt.
“Am I? Say it one more time.” Stefan is closing the distance between him and the agent, and I cut him off before he has a chance to take her away from me, anger misting my vision.
“You’ve made your point. She’s mine. I’ll prove it to you.”
She’s wide eyed and too ashen when I turn to her. She doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want to be forced to do whatever it is we’ll both have to partake in to soothe the beast.
I keep my focus on her, willing her without words to do the same with me. I smooth my palms down her bare shoulders, her arms, until I’ve got her hands in mine. I squeeze once, reassuringly, before I dip my lips to the base of her neck and kiss a line straight up to her chin. She’s overheated and smells of some sort of floral perfume that goes straight through my senses.
“Focus on me,” I whisper against her ear before biting down on the lobe. “Only me.”
She’s trembling when I grab her, kissing my way from her chin to her nose and her forehead. No, she doesn’t want this, but we’ve got to pretend, or else it could get us both killed.
“Go with it.”
She understands, nodding against me. Her hands move to the back of my neck on their own accord just as I bend to capture her lips with mine. A few steps, and we’re back at the settee.
Where the damn earbud is right there on the cushion for anyone to see if they look closely enough.
I dip her down, my tongue sliding between her lips and tasting myself there, just as I reach for the earbud and crush it, pocketing the pieces in a single, smooth move.
She whimpers when I pull away, righting her at the same time. “Eyes on me, Natasha,” I say loudly.
She obeys, a flush now pinking her cheeks as I guide her back toward the wall, the tip of her head in line with the bottom of a heavy gilded frame, a masterpiece in oil housed within.
Someone should paint her, I think before dipping to kiss her again.
I run my hand through her hair, keeping her in place while I taste every inch of her mouth. Our tongues tangle together in a carnal, open-mouthed kiss, and my senses are all but lost. There is no control here. I might be touching her to prove a point, to put on a show, but the outside world fades with each scorching inhale, with every press of her body against mine.
It’s so easy, too easy, to forget that Stefan is here watching the entire show, that this is all for his benefit.
She is so tiny in comparison, her body tight and delicate against my massive height. How easy it would be to pick her up and shove her dress up to her hips, to peel her panties off and take her right here. She’d have no way to fight me if I tried.
I’m powerless to stop myself from touching her, from lifting her off her feet to fit her body more perfectly against mine, her feet dangling above the floor. I shove her dress higher on one leg, and she wraps it around my waist for better purchase, our kisses deepening, my body shielding her from being seen by my brother.
Lost in her—that’s what happened. The intoxicating taste of her mouth, the softness of her skin.
I slide a hand between us and probe between her legs at the heat there. Fuck me, she’s absolutely soaked through the thin material of her panties.
I want my mouth on her. I want to slide my tongue through her cunt and see her wetness on my face when I catch my reflection. I glide two fingers across her pussy, still above her panties, and she groans, the sound catching in her throat.
