“I deserved some type of reward after all of that.”
“You fucked his wife and daughter, Razzy.”
He shrugs. “And neither of them deserved it.”
I can’t help but laugh. Hearing the shenanigans this man has gotten into has had me dying laughing.
“You should’ve never been let loose. You are a menace.” I toss my head back and laugh.
Once the laughter dies down, I find his gaze on me.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His words suck the air out of my lungs.
My face flushes. I imagine if I had my mother’s lighter complexion, I’d be red as a tomato. I shy away from the intensity in his stare.
The singer on stage sings the first line of Etta James’ A Sunday Kind of Love.
“Oh my goodness, I love this song,” I say, swaying to her beautiful voice.
Beside me, Raziel stands to his feet. He tugs at his black jacket before holding out a hand toward me.
“Dance with me, Beauty.”
My heart does that stutter thing where it skips a beat and then beats overtime. I look up into those dark brown eyes.
“Girl, don’t do it. Don’t you take that hand,”my brain is telling me.
However, I don’t listen. My hand is out, and in his palm before I can even finish that thought.
He pulls me to my feet and steps closer. He places his free hand on my waist and pulls me even further into him. I place my free hand on his shoulder and, as if his feet were created to float, he sways me to the music.
This close up, I can see everything about him. I notice his eyes aren’t completely dark brown, there are bits of gold flecks in his irises. A small, thin scar cuts through his forehead. And his nose isn’t as straight as I initially thought. All those small details make him even more gorgeous.
For as intensely as I’m staring at him, he’s been doing the same with me. When those dark eyes flash down to my lips, I run my tongue over my bottom one.
I have thought about his lips on mine since he stood in the middle of my wedding demanding a debt be paid. My heart pounds. The vibration moves from my chest, down to my belly, until it lands between my thighs.
His eyes shut and he groans as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “She’s calling me, Beauty.”
His voice seems to make the heartbeat between my legs beat harder. I want to fight this feeling, but the pull to give in is sointense. When those eyes pop back open, they are pitch black. I swallow. I should be afraid, but fear is the last thing I’m feeling.
The hand he has on my waist slowly moves down my hip to my thigh. When his fingertips brush the hem of my dress, my breath catches. With his eyes planted on me, he slowly moves his hand under my dress, around to my ass. From the way we are standing, no one below us can see where his hand is. Yet still I look around nervously.
“Eyes on me, Beauty,” he growls. I look back at him. “No one is paying attention to us.”
This time when I look out at everyone around us, I notice that he’s right. Not even Erazel, whose back is to us. I won’t lie like the thought of people seeing what he’s doing to me doesn’t turn me on even more.
Raziel’s hand grips my ass causing my dress to lift in the back. His warm palm moves over my butt cheek down to the apex of my thighs. When he moves the seat of my panties out of the way, my face heats at how wet I am. He hisses when he feels my essence and rubs his fingers through my folds. I widened my legs, giving him more access.
He dips his long fingers into my hot center. I shut my eyes and lean my head back. I swear this man has magic in his touch. He stirs my pot with his digits. Even with the woman on stage singing, I can still hear the smacking of my sex. My grip tightens on his shoulder.
“Your fat little pussy is hot and wet for me,” he growls as he moves his fingers in and out of me like he’s fucking me.
A gasp slips from between my lips. He plants a kiss on my collarbone as he takes his soaking wet fingers from my center and rubs them over my nub.
My lips part. I want to tell him to taste me again, the way he had the day I tried to escape. Just the memory of how he devoured me has me whimpering.
“I can smell your desire,” he says into my ear while his fingers still work their magic. “I know what you want. All you have to do is ask.”
