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Maybe she could be the Marco to my Dante.
A part of me wants to let my mind trail into an alternate universe where I have my own team of made women ruling the town of Hudson City, but then I watch Dante type something on his phone. I’m confused when my phone doesn’t buzz, when he doesn’t look at me for a response.
Instead, his eyes look over to Marco, who pulls out his phone then tips his chin in confirmation of whatever my husband said.
Dante’s eyes finally meet mine again before he nods and turns, walking away.
That’s my cue.
“I’ll be back!” I shout to Candy, who laughs hysterically at my words.
“Get it, girl!” She keeps dancing and it’s fascinating to watch the men come over as soon as I leave, like I have some kind of don’t dance here force field.
But I don’t have long to think on that because my tipsy mind is trying to focus on Dante’s back, on his wide shoulders and slim waist as he walks ahead of me, not even slowing to check if I’m behind him.
That man knows damn well I am. I'd follow him to the ends of the earth if need be.
The ends of the earth end up being one of the fancy VIP sections that is occupied by a group, all drinking expensive bottle service, and I know that they paid a pretty penny to be up here. Regardless, Dante leans into the bouncer watching the section, slips him something, and the man nods then looks over Dante’s shoulder to me and nods again.
Dante keeps walking.
I follow not far behind, walking right past the bouncer.
No one questions it.
And no one questions when he walks into the private bathroom in the VIP section or when I follow him inside.
The room gets quiet as the door closes behind me, Dante locking it and instantly pinning me to the wall.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, his breath on my neck.
“You’re the one that dragged me into a club bathroom.”
“You have me so fucked up, Lilah. Can’t spent three hours out with you without needing my cock in your pussy. Fuck,” he groans as he pushes into me, his hard cock pressing into my belly.
“Oh god,” I whimper. His hands move down my side then up, lifting the skirt I wore as he does before a thumb hooks into my panties and he moves back down. “Oh god.”
“I’ll be whatever the fuck you want, Lilah, but when you come, it’s my fuckin’ name you say.”
Who knew a god complex could be so hot?
Then he’s moving down, kneeling on the floor, and I forget about everything except the man in front of me.
He looks up at me with a cocky smile, heat in his eyes as he helps me step out of my panties before he speaks. “You know what to do, baby,” he says. “Let me serve my queen.”
A new rush of heat fills my veins and it has absolutely nothing to do with the liquor in my system and everything to do with remembering a moment not long ago where he said similar words and blew my damn mind.
Of course, I acquiesce, lifting my leg and placing it on his shoulder, spreading myself for his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, every time I forget just how pretty you are.” A thick finger runs through me. “And so fucking wet for me.” That finger circles my clit and I moan, forgetting where we are.
“Shit,” I murmur, quieter.
“No need. You better scream my fucking name, Delilah.” His fingers holding me dig into my thigh nearly painfully and I moan. “I own the club. This bathroom is soundproof.”
“You wha—” I start, looking down to question him, but then he’s using two thumbs to spread me farther and his tongue is licking me from entrance to clit, stopping there to suck on it, and my head is falling back as I moan, knocking into the door. “Oh god.”
He chuckles against me, the vibrations moving through my body as a thick finger slides into my pussy. “Jesus Christ,” I moan, bucking my hips and praying that in my drunken state I don’t fall over.
