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My eyes narrow as I smirk and look down at the five-foot-nothing, annoyingly angry, beautiful girl. Has she always been this beautiful? No. She’s a fucking Fiorenzo and the only reason your dick is hard is because she kissed you and caught you off-guard, nothing more. I continue to stare down at her. This is the closest I’ve ever been to her in my life. Usually, we are scowling across the room back home. I’ve never noticed how pouty her lips are, red puffy pillows that would look good wrapped around my dick … oh hell no.
“I’m certainly not harmless, especially to a Fiorenzo,” I add, my eyes sliding down to her lips, remembering what they felt like against my own before returning to her face. “And I know I’m handsome but thank you for noticing.”
“Fuck you,” she says, poking me in the chest with her finger.
“Never,” I bite back.
Her sapphire-blue eyes flash with fire. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving your ass.”
She shakes her head. “No. What are you in this club? Are you here to destroy my brother’s bachelor party?”
I still. His what?
I’m genuinely surprised. Honestly, I had no idea. I tend not to keep track of the Fiorenzo family’s social schedule unless it’s got to do with business, and then I will hunt them down and destroy them.
“I have better things to do with my time than worry about what your brother is doing.”
“Then why are you here?” she asks, her finger poking me with each word.
“Would you stop poking me.”
“No, what are you going to do about it?” She smirks.
This woman is infuriating—typical Fiorenzo—thinking they can do whatever they want to whomever they want.
“Poke me again and find out,” I warn her.
“Poke, poke, poke.” She smiles as her red, manicured finger pokes into my chest.
I’m not in the mood for some spoilt princess’s theatrics as I grab her wrists and shove her up against the wall, pressing both her hands high above her head. Those sapphire eyes slowly blink at me, shock registering across her face at my action. I did warn her.
Fuck, I’m no different from that guy from earlier as I realize what position we are in, and I swallow slowly, my thigh between hers. Her tits have been pushed high in the position she’s in, and all I want to do is bury my face between the two bronzed mounds. What the hell is wrong with me? Her breathing is shallow and that doesn’t help as my attention is pulled every couple of microseconds toward her tits. Would you stop ogling the Fiorenzo? She’s pushed me to the edge. I’ve lost my damn mind.
“I warned you,” I say on a growl, every nerve ending in my body now strung tightly.
“Looks like you did.” She grins, her tongue sliding out along her lips before her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip.
Fuck, is she flirting with me? Why does she look to be enjoying this?
“You like being restrained, princess?” I ask, my hands tightening against her smooth skin.
“Yes.” Her answer is barely a whisper against the backdrop of the club’s music, but I hear it loud and clear.
Fuck.
My heart is thundering wildly in my chest. What is this siren doing to me? It has to be the alcohol. No sane man would be thinking about tying up his family’s enemy’s daughter and having his wicked way with her.
Raising a curious brow at her, I ask, “What else do you like?”
She leans forward, pulling at my restraint. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her eyes flick down to my lips before returning to my eyes, almost daring me to do something stupid, again. And why am I thinking of doing something stupid?
Leaning forward, my lips touch the skin of her ear. “I would like to know very much.” Is that a moan? I pull back a little to glare down at her again.
“Doubt you could handle me?” she states cockily, even as her cheeks flush pink.
“You seem pretty easy to handle right now.” I smirk.
