Disappointment fills me, and I look away. I knew this wouldn’t work. He doesn’t think of me the same way I do him.
He brings my chin up to look him in the face. “Mia,mio piccolo angelo. You’re of a way higher class than me. You deserve someone better. We both know I’m not a good person.”
The despair on his face stops my heart. Maybe there’s something there. Without thinking, I lean forward and press my lips to his. His hand tightens on my hip. I pull back slightly.
“Dance with me, Lo,” I demand rather than ask.
He moves to shake his head, but I cut him off.
“I trust you, Lo. I want to dance. Won’t you dance with me? Keep me safe?”
Manipulative, I know, but I know he won’t say no to keeping me safe. Whatever this is between us, I know no matter what, he will always keep me safe. This is what’s so hard about all of this. He keeps fighting this attraction because he believes it’s what’s best for me. I need to show him only I know what’s best for me.
And right now, it’s him.
∞∞∞
Lorenzo
“Dance with me, Lo.”
Fuck if it doesn’t excite me. I want to break out into a huge grin. I move to shake my head though. I can’t go there.
My men called me the moment they made it into the club. One even commented on how Mia dressed for the evening, but I didn’t believe it. I showed up and damn if I didn’t become instantly hard. I don’t know what had been going through her mind when she decided to come to a club dressed the way she is. She’s asking for trouble. Guys will be all over her the entire night. Only one thought ran through my mind.
I might have to kill someone tonight.
Now Mia stands before me in this dark purple dress only being held together by some ties in the back. With one wrong move, the hem of the dress will show me the parts of her body haunting my dreams. Her short legs look infinitely longer, accentuated by her tall silver heels. She’s almost to my shoulders in them. Let’s not get started on her breasts. I want to simultaneously pull the material up to cover her while pulling it down to capture each nipple in my mouth. Fuck, she’s a walking wet dream on any given day, but today…. I want to throw her over my shoulder and leave, take her away from prying eyes.
“I trust you, Lo. I want to dance. Won’t you dance with me? Keep me safe?”
Her voice brings me back to the present. Mia trusts me. She trusts me to keep her safe. For that reason alone, I should turn around and walk out of this club. If I had a stronger will, I would. This woman standing in front of me could bring even the strongest men to their knees though. She’s everything angelic and perfect. Mia’s the forbidden fruit you’re tempted to taste but know you shouldn’t. Lord knows I would take a million deaths in hell solely for one simple taste of her sweetness.
Fuck, I’m going to hell.
I pull her closer by her hips so she’s flush with me. When she wraps her arms around my neck, I savor the feeling it evokes in me. My cock grows inside my pants as she runs her hands through the hair at the nape of my neck. She tugs a little, and I barely resist the urge to nip the side of her neck.
I take a deep breath before I start to sway her hips in time to the music. She presses closer, and I know she can feel the evidence of what she does to me.
“This is nice,” she breathes into my ear.
I grunt in response.
We continue to dance together for a few more songs, neither one of us willing to let go. I run my hand from her hip down to her knee before wrapping it around my waist. I catch her gasp as I grind into her with the music. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but I can’t help myself.
You aren’t thinking, Lo.The voice of reason pops into my head, but I want to savor this for a few moments longer.
“Yes, Lo,” she gasps as she clings to me.
When I drop her leg, she starts to protest but quiets as I pull her from the dance floor and into one of the hallways on the side. I push her against the wall and kiss her. At first, I give a tentative kiss, but when she opens her mouth to mine, I lose all restraint. I kiss her with the full weight of my feelings for her.
I’ll give her credit; she keeps up with me, matching me tongue stroke for tongue stroke. She hikes her leg up over my hip, and my hand goes to hold it there. She arches into me, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock. My other hand trails up her body and grips her breast. I know I should be gentle, but it’s almost as if something else has taken over my body. My brain is telling me to stop, but with each moan from her throat, I cannot stop myself from taking what she’s offering.
I roughly pinch her nipples, and she pulls back, crying out. I pause for a moment, thinking I’ve hurt her, but instead she grinds against me harder.
“Don’t stop, Lo. I need this.”
I take my hand from her breast and fist it in her hair. Drawing her head to the side, I latch onto her neck and sink my teeth in as her moans grow louder. I pull back and tongue the area I bit. She’ll wear my mark for days to come, and the caveman part of me rejoices. I claimed her for all others to bear witness. No other fuckwad will dare step toward her with my mark on her.
