AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His gaze, unlike Massimo’s, makes me feel sexy, like he wants to devour me in the best possible way.
“Sex” by JVLA starts playing. I fuckinglovethis song. Closing my eyes, I sway my hips and then my whole body, letting the music flow around me. Usually, when I’m dancing, I can shut out the entire world, not thinking about or noticing anyone or anything. I normally drown out all the eyes that find me.
But not this time.
This time is different. I feel his presence even with my eyes closed. This time, it is just him and me on the dance floor. I’m definitely going to give him something to think about later.
I run my hands over my body, starting from my thighs while swaying and rolling. My hands move up my sides, and I brush the backs of my hands over the sides of my breasts, then up my neck and through my hair as I drop my head back.
Oh, the things I wish he would do to me.
Chapter Seven
Blaze
Oh shit.
Is this girl deliberately trying to get me hard again? Whenever I look at her, my balls tingle, and my cock twitches. I have to force myself to stay focused on identifying any potential threats to her. Yet seeing her writhing like a little fucking sex machine, less than ten paces away, is quite the distraction.
She’s such a siren.
After I’ve watched her for a few songs, I can focus more on the people around us rather than solely on her. My attention hones in on a few of the people stupid enough to get a little too close to her. After they see me step closer with a look in my eyes that could only come across as I was about to break their fucking legs, they decide to move on.
That’s when I see Massimo raking his eyes over her, salivating like he’s a fox that’s broken into the chicken coop. He makes me so goddamn angry. I meant what I said last week. If he tries anything on her again, he will pay. He must feel me mentally breaking his legs and tearing his head off with my bare hands because he looks me dead in the eyes and has the fucking audacity to twist his face into a scowl, trying to intimidate me. But the look falls short, and it just comes across as…
What is that? Is he constipated?
I chuckle and slightly shake of my head at the thought, which only makes him angrier. Anyone paying attention to him would practically see the steam blowing from his ears.
Screw him.
Let him try something,anything.
At least it’d give me a good excuse to mess him up.
Repay him for the little stunt he pulled that got me put awayfor six years. I swear to all that is holy, he was responsible. When the moment comes, and I have concrete proof, that cocksucker is as good as dead.
After about forty minutes of Lake dancing like she’s the only one in the club and looking like sex on legs, she stops. Her chest is heaving, and her hair sticks to the sweat on her neck. She signals to Massimo and me that she needs a drink. I assume she needs water. Her cheeks are flushed a bright pink that’s noticeable even in this terrible lighting. My mind wanders, thinking of how pink her cheeks would get if I could get my hands and mouth on that sensual body of hers.
Massimo leads her over to the bar, standing not too far behind her and off to her left, not hiding the fact that he is staring at her ass. This time, I hang back a little further because if I get closer to her, I may do something she won’t like.
At least not at first anyway.
And if I get any closer to Massimo, I won’t wait for confirmation. I’ll just cave his head in. He has really rubbed me the wrong way tonight, and he knows it.
Lake leans over the bar to yell out her order, seemingly wanting to be heard over the loud music. As she pushes up on her toes and leans forward, her dress rides up, damn near exposing her ass, and I’m going to guess by the way that dress hugs her body that she’s not wearing anything underneath.
My imagination runs away with that thought but stops short when my eyes zero in on the hand that lands on her ass.
Massimo just can’t fucking help himself. A couple of his fingers slip beneath the hem of her dress. Lake’s whole body goes stiff, and she turns to face Massimo, a small wisp of shock on her face. It’s almost as though she’d been expecting it, yet it still took her by surprise. Maybe she had thought he wouldn’t try anything with me here. How long has she put up with this kind of bullshit from him?
She pushes him in the chest and steps back to put space between them. Not saying anything, her eyes find mine briefly, but it’s long enough for me to see her embarrassment and that they are glassy with unshed tears. That’s all I need to know the gesture was unwelcome.
Before the scumbag can even register what is going on, I’m behind him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. I throw a right hook to the side of his head. The assault is meant to shock and disarm him.
Call it a king hit, call it whatever the fuck you want. He wasn’t expecting it, probably thinking I wouldn’t act because he’s Enzo’s best friend. The piece of shit stumbles back before falling to the dirty floor.
Leaning down, I grab the front of his shirt, pulling his face close to mine so there is no mistaking that this is hisfinalwarning.
