She continues for me, “With the most dangerous man in the underworld.” The car whips us around as we pull into the first parking spot available. I ignore her dig at me and she lets out a long exhale as she grabs the key from the console.
“Then let’s fuck some shit up, girl,” she sing-songs.
The bouncer has been waiting for me and my guest to arrive. We skip to the front of the line like VIPs and a gorgeous woman wearing a short black dress guides us to a luxe VIP booth close to the bar. The round white leather couch looks brand new. Music is blaring through the speakers.
“Damn! He has a bottle of Roederer Cristal Rose on ice for us!”
Butterflies are swarming around my stomach. Money is never an issue for me. In fact, men who flaunt their money have always given me the “ ick.” But at this moment I’m genuinely ick free until my phone lights up.
DAMIEN
Can I talk to you for a sec?
It’s important…
He wants to talk.Well, I’m not in the mood to talk, Damien,I think as my brows furrow. I’m not in the mood to let the man who shattered my heart into a million pieces tell me excuses for why he suddenly dropped me. I shake off the feelings and grab the expensive bottle out of the ice bucket. “Let’s pop it, shall we?” I pour the champagne into our crystal flutes and hold mine up to my new friend. “To second chances!”
We finish two flutes of the expensive liquid like it’s water and I drag Mallory to the dance floor. She keeps looking at her phone, but I think nothing of it, considering I don’t actually give a fuck. I’m here for one reason…
“Hey, doll.” A strong arm wraps around me. His hands are huge, covered with two gold rings. I swirl around in his grip and bring myself up onto my tippy toes.
I whisper into his ear, a little more seductively than usual. “Follow me, Mr. Bianchi.” I inform Mallory that I’m taking Rocco somewhere quiet for a few minutes. She waves me off as she sways her hips in front of another Italian stud.
I pull Rocco towards the hallway that holds the ladies' room. I back in through the beautiful heavy wooden door, still holding his hand in mine, not breaking eye contact. As soon as it closes behind us, I sneak my arm behind him and lock the door. “Doll, what—”
I bring my lips to his, barely touching them, holding his chin with my hand, hoping my grip will assume some sort of dominance over him. “Fuck me, Rocco.”
As I start undoing his belt, he grabs me by the wrists and pins them above my head with his hand. His lips cover mine and he growls, “So fucking sweet, doll.”
His other hand grabs my breast, giving it a tight squeeze before he brings his hand to my face, holding it in place. The friction of his leg between mine is bringing me closer to orgasm than I would like to admit. Rocco’s hands roam down my body in a possessive way, but I don’t mind. I want him to possess me, claim me, dominate me. I want to surrender myself to his firm grip and electrifying touch. He trails heated kisses down my neck as his hand disappears beneath the woolen fabric of my top tank. I arch my neck, giving him better access, panting in need as I rest against a cold wall behind me. His hand finally finds its way underneath the bralette, squeezing my bare breast firmly, and a soft moan escapes my mouth. I slide my hands to the back of Rocco’s head, shoving my fingers in his hair. He growls, teasingly biting the sensitive skin just above my collarbone as his hand moves down between my thighs. He gently strokes my hard bud, making me burn with desire, before, without warning, he pushes his fingers inside me.
“You are so wet, baby doll.” His evocative voice rumbles against my ear, but I can’t focus on its husky, deep tone. My brain turns to mush as he’s fingering me forcefully and fast. My frantic moans become louder and I’m on the verge of an intense, mind-blowing orgasm when Rocco pulls his fingers out. I look at him, undone, aching to have him between my thighs. Rocco tilts his head to the side, smirking in a dark, provocative way as he licks my juices off his fingers. His gaze never leaves mine. I’m breathing heavily, begging him with my lustful eyes to let me come. “Not yet,” he hisses as if he can read right through me.
“Kneel,” he says commandingly, and I can barely swallow, but to my surprise, I do as he says. I kneel in front of him and he smirks, moving closer before he grabs my chin with his wet fingers. He tilts my head back so that his piercing gaze meets mine. “Open your mouth,” he orders as he unzips his fly, freeing his hard cock. A deep growl rumbles down his throat and for a short moment he closes his eyes as if savoring the feeling of my warm lips encasing his full length. “Good girl.” He sets his dark gaze on me, pushing in and out of me.
“Let’s see if you can take all of me.” He pushes his full length into my mouth causing tears to stream down my face from gagging. He caresses my cheek with his thumb before weaving his fingers in my hair, taking control and adjusting the pace.
“You’re taking every inch of my cock, baby doll.” His thrusts are hard as he moans watching makeup smear down my face. With one swift move, he helps me to my feet, turning me so my back is pressed against his toned abs. I cling to the cold tile wall as Rocco spreads my legs before shoving deep inside me. Each of his thrusts is deeper and more aggressive, insanely delightful.
“Fuck,” I gasp. My moans echo through the tiled interior as I orgasm before shots of hot sperm spasm inside me.
Rocco slides his hand over my neck, tilting my head back so that it rests against his torso as he rasps, his breath ragged, “I hope you’re on the pill, doll.”
“I am,” I choke out, trying to recover from the overwhelming ecstasy.
Rocco zips up his pants as I fix my disheveled hair and ruined makeup in the mirror and straighten out my skirt.
“Come with me, doll,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me back into the hallway and up a set of dark steps. One word can describe this evening. Thrilling.
DAMIEN
I hate this.
I hate this club.
I hate working with this man.
Rocco “The Phoenix” Bianchi is a live wire. He is unpredictable and that’s what makes him dangerous. As I sit waiting for his right-hand guy to lead me upstairs, I down a double whiskey. But this deal is my opportunity to prove that I’m ready to take over Black Venom. About a month ago, Black Widow decided it was time to pass the reins on to me. Usually, it doesn’t work like this. Usually, I would replace her after her death. So why is it different this time? My mother claims Black Venom is my legacy and she wants to see me running our empire, making it even more powerful. However, if you ask me, I think she’s trying to keep me distracted … distracted from my heartbreak. So now she’s sipping her whiskey on an island while her men watch my every step and I have to make an alliance with La Cosa Nostra. Easy? Maybe. The thing is I don’t like The Phoenix and he allies with no one.
