I close the distance she’s put between us.
“You seemed to enjoy watching what I could do a couple of weeks ago in the voyeur room,” I say, smugly smirking as her chin drops open. I gently push it closed with my finger.
I seem to have caught her off balance, but something flashes in her eyes, and I know she’s about to strike.
She leans in, pushing up on her tiptoes to reach my ear. I bend down closer to hear her whisper. “Oh, I enjoyed the show, but I’m looking for something a little more …aggressive.”
My body heats. My cock presses against its confines, and my hands itch to show her exactly howaggressiveI can be.
“I’m not sure you can handle what I like.” She continues to bait me. “Perhaps you should find your sub from the other night.” Althea dismissively taps her hand on my chest twice. Her words though, they are meant to taunt, to carry a hint of jealousy, and the sick bastard I am, I like it. “She seemed to enjoy what you do for her.” Althea smiles cheekily. Taunting me will be her undoing.
My eyes narrow. A low rumble vibrates in my chest. Wanting to put an end to any thoughts she has of this thing between us beingcasual,I tell her the truth.
“Let’s get something clear between us. Haley is an exhibitionist whose Dom happens to be a voyeur. I played a part in their little game, yes, but Haley is notmyanything.” My face inches closer to hers, our noses almost touching. Her breath smells of whiskey with a touch of peppermint. “I can assure you, Miss Drakos, my tastes are far darker than anything Haley has ever experienced. Her Dom knew I could be trusted not to take her too far past her limits when it came to doling out her punishments. But that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg for what I’m going to do to you.”
She licks her lips. My eyes follow the movement. “I like to be tied down while my partner whips me with every instrument his imagination will allow as he marks my skin with his brands and leaves me a spent, satiated, well-fucked mess. I don’t want soft or subtle spankings. That won’t do it for me.” Althea’s eyes hold mine captive. “Pain turns me on, Enzo. Makes me come like a fucking freight train. Can you deliver on that, or should I continue to look elsewhere this evening?”
My hand grips her throat, forcing her back just far enough for our eyes to meet. Althea’s hand wraps around my wrist, her nails digging into my skin in warning, but I don’t let go. I’m not holding her tight enough to hurt her by any means. But I can see the way my possessiveness is turning her on, not causing her fear. The smug bastard that I am, I give a small turn of my lips and issue a stern warning.
“Find another man to satisfy your desires, and you’ll sign his death warrant.” My voice is quiet but dangerous. Althea recognizes the truth in my words, swallowing hard beneath my grip. “I don’t share. And I won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who seeks to take what I deem as mine.”
“Careful, lover,” Althea teases. “You’re starting to sound a little more possessive than sexy.” She smiles. Pushing me. I know what she’s doing. She’s challenging me to see if I’ll actually follow through on all these threats to satisfy her every desire.
“No man will ever own me. I’m simply here looking for a good time and areally hard fuck.” She overemphasizes the last three words, biting that damn lip, watching me as my body ignites with heat and desire. “Let’s see if you can handle that, and then we’ll talk about your possessive tendencies, hmm?”
She has no fucking idea the lengths my possessive tendencies go.
My grip on her throat loosens, then I spin her around, my hands gripping her shoulders tightly enough to leave marks. The sharp pinch of pain as my fingers dig into her skin will heighten her arousal, while the marks will serve as a reminder that she’s mine.
“Move,” I demand. Then, leaning in close, I tell her through gritted teeth, “And remember,you asked for this.”
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, but I ignore her. “Are you taking me to your private lair?” I smile at the breathiness inher voice. When I run my finger up the side of her neck, keeping my hold on her, I can feel her pulse throbbing.
“Somewhere I can corrupt you in private.” I growl in her ear and revel in the way she shivers beneath my grip. I release her, grabbing her by the wrist and turn toward to elevator, pulling her with me.
When we’re inside the elevator and the doors have closed behind us, I’m on her. My hand grips her throat once again, shoving her against the mirrored wall as I take her mouth with mine in a plundering kiss. Althea’s hands find my shoulders seeking purchase. My other hand grips her thigh firmly, lifting it up as I rock my obviously hard cock against her center, letting her feel what she does to me. I can feel the heat coming off her pussy and groan.
She moans into my mouth. And it’s all the fuel I need. There is nothing gentle or coaxing about the way I’m kissing her. My hand moves down slowly, gripping her left breast, tugging and squeezing her taut nipple through the thin fabric. Althea moans. The scent of jasmine and citrus assaults my senses, and I’m two seconds from flipping her skirt up and taking her right here.
The ding of the elevator forces us to stop. My eyes meet hers for a split second, then she’s tossed over my shoulder while I carry her out and down the hall. I march with a quick stride, my determination obvious as I swat away the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. Unfortunately, my room is all the way down the hall, and everyone and their fucking brother wants to stop and say hello or show off their costume. Completely ignoring the woman hanging over my shoulder.
My cock is hard as steel, and the woman of my obsession for the last two weeks is in my arms, wet and ready. I can smell her arousal. My mouth is watering with the need to taste her. I don’t waste time with small talk and have made it to my door ready to make my escape and devour my prize, only to be stopped byNazario and Mauro. I’d happily ignore them, but since Nazario is the new Don and issues my orders, it would be disrespectful not to at least acknowledge his presence.
“Enzo,” Nazario greets with a knowing smile.
“Naz,” I reply.
His vampire costume is less than original, but it’s somehow fitting for him. He has the ability to charm anyone into feeling safe and important—someone he sees as valuable—all the while he drains them of their possessions and power. His charm is his weapon on the surface, but I know how cutthroat he truly is. Behind the suits and smiles is a ruthless businessman and a cold-hearted killer. His loyalty and commitment to tradition are unmatched by anyone but maybe my own when it comes to his family and what the Venatti name means. “What are you up to this fine evening?” he asks smugly, craning his neck to see whose head is hanging down my backside.
He might be my boss, but in this moment he’s just my asshole cousin.
“About nine inches if I had to give a guess,” Mauro says, not so subtly pointing out my hard-on. Althea giggles, making her ass jiggle under my hold and capturing Mauro’s attention. My grunt of disapproval has him quickly snapping his eyes back to meet mine.
Mauro chose to wear his traditional black suit jacket, opened with a Superman shirt underneath and a pair of light blue jeans. He’s the jokester in the family, and I can attest to the fact that he is anything but a hero. He uses his sense of humor and easy-going persona to give the illusion of weakness and immaturity. Anyone who believes that to be true would be very wrong to underestimate him. Mauro is a cunning hunter and a highly skilled marksman.
Narrowing my gaze at both assholes, I ask. “Do you have business for me or are you just here to say hello and be annoying?”
“Now, that’s no way to speak to your boss,” Mauro says, smiling. The little shit is trying to goad me. Although I won’t beat him now, he should keep watch over his shoulder for a while, because Iwillbe beating his ass and soon.
