We can’t resist ourselves, looking at each other and smirking.
“Francesco.”
“Francesco”
“Francesco.”
“You guys are fucking-”
“No need to call me all at once.” And just like the devil, he does appear. Becca’s back straightens as Dante and his guards all walk towards us looking like visions in their fitted tuxes.
How the hell did he manage to get more attractive in the few hours apart?
His hand runs down the smooth white dinner jacket, his eyes meeting mine and I feel the way my stomach drops, panties suddenly getting uncomfortable as moisture slickens my sex. The need for him feeling like a shot of adrenaline and yet I’m stuck, staring at him. Catching sight of the watch I gave him and finally managing a smirk as our eyes hold each other hostage.
Dante’s eyes are on me, sweeping over my body as he takes me in, hand coming to his jaw as he licks his lips appreciating me.
He’s never mad when I show skin, instead it’s more of this feral need to claim me. And I like seeing him look at me like I’m his next meal.
My pussy also would like to volunteer to be eaten as the first course.
He doesn’t greet me with words, just lips on mine, his hand sliding down my back until his palm slides over my ass, fisting the flesh as he pulls me closer to him, making me gasp as I grip him, arching into him.
So needy for him, missing a feeling I haven’t even had yet.
“You’re forgiven.” My eyes snap open at his words, looking at him in shock as Dante smiles at me. There is a twinkle in his eyes like a boy who is keeping a secret, “For leaving me alone in bed without a goodbye.”
My heart is thundering at his words, this fear he will know my secrets is overwhelming. Knowing I’m keeping secrets makes me feel guilty as I look at him, wanting to confess but being too loyal to my friends to even think of doing that.
But Dante is taking control and pulling me close, his lips against my ear making me think about how I want him in a way that I didn’t know was possible.
“You taste like champagne. Let’s get dinner and head to the club.”
Dante strokes my back as he leads us towards where everyone’s talking. His hand so sure as he touches me like this is our life, and maybe now it is.
Becca is currently avoiding Francesco as he looks at her like he is going to murder her. He’s already unbuttoned his jacket like he’s going to cover her up. His eyes dart around as if he is taking stalk of all the witnesses he will have to kill for seeing her body. That possessiveness is radiating off him, his face stone carved annoyance.
And Becca knows he’s mad and is currently running her hand over one of Dante’s friends’ fronts, giving him eyes that make Francisco look rabid.
Maybe she is flirting in the only way she still knows how. Or maybe she is trying to save herself because if anyone knows about a broken heart it’s her.
“Let’s hope all your theme nights aren’t this revealing.”
Dante is trying to joke but I’m well aware that this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. If Francesco is looking like this on the first night we’re all in trouble.
It’s going to be a long trip.
33DANTE
If Ilaria was skittish before dinner now that we’re at the club and Sammie is grinding against the son of the head of the Cartel she’s trembling.
Her eyes are trained on the way Sammie is doing figure eights with her ass on Alejandro Torres lap. The man’s eyes glued to her as if he doesn’t realize the girl he is dancing with is the human version of a black widow spider.
But he’ll find out.
Ilaria only knows him because of her family.
Her friends know some members of the Cartel but I’m sure Ilaria was like me growing up. Studying faces of her enemies and business partners so that she would have a leg up in who is trying to kill her in the world.
But she won’t scare her friend away from having a good time, so instead she drinks.
She is laying against me as I trace the lace patterns on her legs, thinking about how I want to rip the flimsy material off of her and taste her in the booth we’re in.
Unfortunately, all my friends are on high alert because Alejandro is here and me eating my fiancée in public would probably cause one of them to have a heart attack because her father would surely kill me and they would all be held responsible for letting it happen.
Can’t have any deaths today.
Francesco has already earned at least ten gray hairs tonight from how Becca is breaking necks with her dress and that smile that has men tripping over themselves to buy her a drink.
None of us seemed to realize that her being a big figure online was a big deal but it turns out it’s huge. People have come up asking her for pictures and men have been trying to buy her drinks all night.
To her credit, Becca doesn’t seem to care about any of it. She takes pictures with fans and makes small talk. Francesco is acting like a bodyguard and has literally growled at people tonight because he lacks the tact.
That’s going to be interesting to see.
I don’t even know if he realizes members of the Cartel are here because he’s too busy trying to chase down the pretty blonde and make her pay attention to him instead of all the people who are trying to talk to her.
