Page 6 of Relentless Pursuit

Hips swaying to the music, she tripped over her two feet every other step. Penelope was drunk, most likely deciding to swallow her frustrations and pain in the form of white whiskey.

Her golden-brown hair was in two long French braids down her back. Demin jeans clung to her hips. She wore a see-through crop top with a white lace bra underneath.

She was my temptation—my lover—my purpose, and I couldn’t take my eyes away, even though I knew I should.

My only option was to burn the Lucas Cosa Nostra, all its allies, and enemies down. But it would have to be done overnight, which was an impossible feat, even for me. I would need help; no one I knew loved me enough to help me take on a massive kill switch like that.

In my mind, I saw through the flames, the compounds in ashes, the dons deceased, the underbosses eliminated. And still, someone, somewhere, would rise from the ashes and begin it all again.

The thought made my rage burn through me, and suddenly, I needed to blow off some steam, but not in the way I usually did. I needed to fuck—brutally.

I glanced around the spot for a prospect when a woman a few feet away winked at me. She’d been watching me since I walked in, attracted to my mystique, and wanting attention I hadn’t given her until now.

Her lips curved, and she rose from her seat and approached me. The music switched, and she danced before me, rotating her hips, and licking her lips.

She blew kisses, and the perfume drifting from her was as strong as if she’d sprayed an entire department store’s worth of sample scents on her.

She wiggled her body, dressed in a two-piece ruffled skirt and top. As much as she tried to entice me, she had the sex appeal of a dead cat.

I moved away from her, keeping my words to myself as I searched for someone else.

But my attention kept moving across the room, locking on to Penelope, who was now dancing with her arms up and eyes closed.

I felt myself moving toward her, lost in a trance that held me captive. Slipping through the crowd, I was a few people away when the music changed.

“Darkside” by Neoni surfed through huge suspended speakers in the club, and she leaned backward, her arms waving through the air. She whispered something repeatedly, and as I moved past the last two people to stand behind her, I could hear it was my name.

“Dominic, Dominic, Dominic…”

The chant was a plea, a conjuring, if the living could be conjured, and yet I was standing behind her as if her silent plea had brought me to her when the reality was, we yearned for each other.

I stepped into her dance, moving the way she moved, simply feeding off her aura. I closed my eyes, waved my arms like she did, and connected to the rhythm to sync with her.

My heart picked up speed, and my hands itched to touch her and my arms to hold her. When I felt her shift, I opened my eyes and covered her in an embrace, and her scent instantly added to the spell she’d lured me into.

Penelope’s eyes opened and widened, and my lips moved to her ear.

“Sssssssshush.”

Her hands covered mine, and her heartbeat raced in my palm.

“It’s you. It really is you. Please, talk to me.”

I swirled her around the dance floor, keeping her back to my front, my cock hard and pressing against her ass.

“Mmmmmmm…”

Penelope moaned, and her body warmed as she moved to the beat. I drove my right hand down her body, rubbed her clit through the jeans she wore, and her moan rose.

My dick throbbed, and I swallowed back a curse. I needed to fuck her madly, but sex with her with the rage and desire storming through me now would break her.

A snarl dragged through me, and I lifted her and undulated against her ass, on the edge of losing my self-control.

“Dominic, please, I need you so bad.”

I shouldn’t have come to her. I was seconds away from whisking her off in a dark corner and spreading her wide.

I screamed internally, removed my hands from her, and disappeared into the crowd.

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