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A gasp escapes, but I’m too shocked to string together a sentence.
Jack’s eyes widen until they’re bulging out of his head. “Are you insane?”
“Maybe.” Nico shoots my horrified date a wink.
I should be appalled. This man just threatened a stranger’s life for looking at me. Instead, the possessive edge to his tone has my inner vixen purring. What the blazes is wrong with me?
Finally gathering my wits from the puddle on the floor, I jab my elbow into Nico’s side. “I’m sorry, Jack, you’ll have to excuse my friend. He was dropped on his head a lot as a child and thinks he’s funny.” I glare at the psychopath beside me. “What are you doing?” I hiss in his ear.
“I told you not to go out with him.”
Wrapping my fingers around Nico’s big hand, I haul him up to his feet. “Excuse me, Jack, I need a minute with my friend.” I plaster on what I’m sure must look like a slightly unhinged smile.
“Um, okay.”
The poor man must think I’m insane too.
Wobbling on one crutch, I drag Nico to the narrow corridor that leads to the restrooms, which is no easy feat by the way since I’m five feet soaking wet, have a sprained ankle, and the man is a beast. Once we’re out of sight, I pin the mobster to the wall and jab my finger into his ridiculously firm chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Friend? Is that what I am, little fox?” he answers, completely ignoring my question. A feral grin curls his lip. “Because there was nothing friendly about the sounds I coaxed out of you last night when you came all over my fingers.”
The air punches from my ribs, and I let out a sharp gasp. My crutch falls to the floor with an obnoxiously loud crash. “What?”
Nico clucks his tongue. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember?” His hands close around my shoulders, and he spins us around so now I’m the one trapped against the wall.
I swallow hard, panic’s claws lacing around my chest. No. It can’t be. It was a dream.
He inches closer, his warm breath spilling across the shell of my ear. “You were so wet you soaked your panties for me.” He slips his index finger into his mouth, and his cheeks hollow. “Mmm, I can still taste you, little fox. Just like sweet summer cherries.”
“Oh, my lordy,” I rasp out. This can’t be happening. I should be mortified, no, I should have him arrested for assault. Instead, fire shoots through my core as muddled memories rise to the surface. My hips rocking against his palm, those piercing blue eyes scorching through me… Sugar! I wanted him.
His hands flatten against the wall, so I’m caged between two powerful, tattooed biceps. The full length of his body is flush against mine, a stiff erection prodding at my belly. “And before you panic, little fox, rest assured I was a perfect gentleman.” A wicked smirk lights up his mesmerizing irises. “Well, almost. I couldn’t resist fucking my own palm as I watched you find your release. But at least I kept my hands to myself. Mostly.”
Good golly that was the best orgasm I’d ever had, and I thought it was a dream. And he’d managed all that over my panties?
“Now, back to the matter at hand.” His nose nudges mine, warm breath inches from my lips. “You disobeyed me. I told you not to see Jack and here you are. I’m going to have to punish you now.”
My breath hitches. “P-punish?”
“That’s right, little fox.”
Genuine fear punches my ribcage until my breaths come in ragged pants. He must notice the change from the false bravado because the hard line of his jaw softens.
“You know what? I changed my mind. I’ll be lenient because you’re new to this game, and I’ll allow Jack to take your punishment on your behalf.”
“What are you going to do to him?” I squeal.
“You’ll see.” He finally releases me and takes a step back. My entire body sags forward at the sudden loss of his. “Now, go say goodbye to Jack and tell him that you will not be seeing him again.”
Some unknown force snaps my spine straight, and I glare up at the psycho, palms slapped against my hips. “And if I don’t?”
“I’ll gift you his cock in a box.”
I inhale sharply at the gruesome image. “You wouldn’t…”
“Try me.” Nico flashes me a sinful smirk. “One less douchebag on the streets of Manhattan, and I’d be doing every single woman a favor.”
“What does that mean?”
