Sensing the shift in the air Marquise tsks. “Fella has a death wish, doesn’t he?”
The vein in my neck pulsates as Imogen roughly pushes his unwanted hands off her hips. I’ll make sure his hands go first. Stupidly he persists. Manhandling her once more and thrusting up against her.
She elbows him hard in the gut causing him to double over in pain. Then she brings her knee up and drives it into his face. His head snaps back and blood pours from his nose.
A vicious sneer curls the man’s lips. He’s about to reach her again when she takes a hold of his wrist, collects his fingers and bends them backwards. Marquise hisses beside me, shaking his own hand as if he can feel the pain.
As beautiful as it is seeing her in action I can’t stand by and allow this to happen any longer.
Briskly I nod my head and stride to leave the office. Marquise calls out playfully, “Kill him just not on my dance floor.”
I wave my hand in the air acknowledging his quip and he howls with laughter.
Reaching inside my suit jacket I retrieve my wireless soundproof headphones. I slip them on as I take two stairs at a time to reach floor level. And while it quiets the outrageous thrum of music it does not silence the thunderous pulse ringing in my eardrums.
I push past bodies. Knocking many to the ground with the brutal chuck of my shoulder. It isn’t long before people catch on to who’s on the dance floor.
They part then. Shrinking away with fear as I make my way to my wife who is still handling the asshole who just can’t seem to stay away from her.
Eyes on my wife I grab the man and effectively put him in a headlock.
Her eyes warm at the sight of me as her body visibly relaxes. “Hi, shadow,” she mouthes.
The man in my arms flails about but I tighten my hold. In only a couple of seconds he’ll be out cold. Once he’s unconscious I’ll make a display of dragging his body across the floor and taking him outside. Let the world see then what happens when you touch what’s mine.
“Hello, little warrior,” I say warmly. I keep my eyes on her as I feel her assailant’s body become limp. Uncaring to protect his head I release the hold and he crumples to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
She steps over the body in her heels that look like a walking hazard but she moves in them gracefully. Her arms loop around my neck. I remove one of my earbuds to hear her better. “My white knight,” she sighs dreamily.
“Hardly a white knight,” I comment dryly. “You did well handling him. Is breaking noses a thing of yours?”
“The crunch when it breaks is satisfying.” The corner of my mouth tugs upwards. “What will you do with him?”
My hands find purchase on her hips. “What do you think?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Something nefarious.”
I thrust her against me and she can feel how hard I am against my slacks. Seeing Imogen fight. . .it drives me mad with lust. Maybe we’ll have to add sparing as part of our foreplay.
“I knew you in this dress would leave a trail of dead bodies behind you.” My hands slide from her hips to palm her barely covered backside. Her beautiful mouth parts. Those eyes of her glaze over with lust.
“Are you insinuating it’s my fault a man can’t keep his hands to himself?” She asks coyly.
“Fuck no,” I rumble. Though right now I’m not any better than a perverted man. My hands roam over every inch of her shamelessly. They leave embers in their wake. I promise to stoke the fire once we’re in private.
My cock is already aching to be inside her snug cunt as my wife. I bet she tastes sweeter, too.
“But I will slaughter any man who disrespects you.”
“Why, Rico,” a lazy smile plays on her lips, “I think you might be possessive of me.”
I spin her around and press her ass against my cock. I grind against her. My cock nestles between her asscheeks. She lays her head against my shoulder and looks up at me through fluttering lashes.
“Possessive. Obsessive. Consumed. At your mercy and command. I’d go to mad lengths for you, Mrs. Maroni.”
“It seems to me I have you wrapped around my finger, Mr. Maroni.” Her hips move in a rhythm that’s downright sinful.
I flatten one of my hands against her stomach and wrap my other around her neck. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers. Blue eyes of desire hold me captive. “You do. Wear it like a badge of honor. Wield it like a fucking weapon. The true power has always lied with you.”
