Page 57 of A Sinner's Virtue
Moving my hands to Zoe’s hips, I start circling them, showing her exactly how I want her body moving against mine. I swallow her moans. Her hands tighten on my arms, those nails of hers digging in through the fabric of my shirt. “Oh god. Marcel, stop.”
Her words are like a bucket of cold water. My hands leave her body and I take a small step back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just…” Zoe looks around. No one is paying us any attention. “I was about to come,” she whispers.
I smirk. “I know. That was the point of what we’re doing,” I say while wrapping my arms back around her body. “I want you to come. Right here, right now, Zoe.”
“Here. Everyone will see.” She gasps again as I press her core against my thigh.
“No one will ever see you. I won’t allow it. Trust me, babe. I’ve got you. Let yourself go, Zoe. I’ve got you,” I repeat, hoping my words sink in. I will always have her.
Zoe’s eyes are filled with lust. Her breath hitches as I circle her hips against my body. And then she takes over, moving against me. Her core grinding down on my leg. “Oh shit,” she hisses.
My hands cup her face, moving her hair away. “I fucking love seeing you come apart for me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” I tell her.
We don’t break eye contact as we dance, and it doesn’t take long before Zoe’s coming. Her mouth drops open and her body goes rigid in my arms.
“Fucking perfect.” I slam my lips back onto hers.
And then, a sound I’m all too familiar with has me pushing Zoe to the ground. My body covering hers as I look around at the chaos unfolding before my eyes.
Reaching towards my lower ankle, I pull the small pistol out I have strapped there. And push to my feet while pulling Zoe up off the ground. All around us, people are screaming, running, barging into each other as gunshot after gunshot rings out through the dark room.
“Stay behind me,” I tell Zoe as I start to drag her towards the closest exit.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The grip Marcel has on my hand is so tight I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow. My eyes dart around the room, my heart beating out of my chest as I stay as close to his side as I possibly can, following him to wherever he’s going.
He lifts his arm and the sound of his own gun firing off shots deafens me. Then a man in a ski mask drops to the floor right in front of us. Before I can contemplate what’s happening, my body is being raised and then we’re moving. Marcel is running, pushing through the crowd while knocking people out of his way.
Everything happens so fast. A flurry of movements followed by an eerie silence.
My feet hit the ground, Marcel’s arm still wrapped around my back. “You okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks, the panic clear in his voice.
I look around the alley. It’s quiet out here. I can’t hear anything other than the heavy breathing coming from Marcel and my own heartbeat going haywire in my chest. “I’m okay,” I manage to get out. “Are you?”
“Let’s go.” Marcel takes hold of my hand again and starts guiding me towards the back of the building. A door behind us opens and like a freaking ninja, Marcel is in front of me again, his arm outstretched and his finger on the trigger.
Gio approaches us, a terrified-looking Eloise right beside him. “You good?” he asks Marcel, briefly looking at me before diverting his attention back to his brother.
“Yeah, you?” Marcel asks.
“Dan’s coming around with the car now,” Gio says just as an SUV turns into the alley.
“What the fuck was that?” Eloise questions with a hand to her chest. I can only assume her heart is beating as quickly as mine.
Gio wraps his arms around her and holds her against him. The love he has for his wife is written all over his face. When the car comes to a stop in front of us, Gio swings open the back door. “Get in,” he says while ushering Eloise inside. Then he steps away from the door and turns to me. “Your turn. Get in.”
I look at Marcel, who nods his head. Then, with a hand on my back, he guides me towards the open door. “It’s okay,” he says. “We’re going to get you home.”
I climb inside, expecting him to follow me. What I don’t expect is for the door to close and the car to start moving.
Eloise’s hands are digging into the leather of the seats as she starts screaming at the driver. “Dan, stop the fucking car. What the hell are they doing?”
“Mrs De Bellis, you need to calm down. The boss has it under control,” the driver replies in a soothing tone.
“Has what under control?” I ask him.
