Page 56 of Under His Protection

Through the crowds, I caught a glimpse of Vanessa watching Nina. She had her beaded glare locked on my woman as she spoke with Romeo. Jealousy was evident in her gaze. I didn’t like it, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d be patient for her to adjust to the visual proof that I was taken. Nina might still think it was supposed to be fake, but she’d know otherwise by the end of the night that what we shared was genuine and ran deeper than lust.

I approached her, eager to revel in the proximity of her warm, soft body at my side again.

“I need to borrow Nina for a moment,” I told my son. I directed my comment to him as I took her hand, but I couldn’t look away from her smiling, sweet face as I guided her away from the silent auction area.

“Borrow?” Romeo taunted.

“Yeah,” Nina joked playfully, twining our fingers together tighter as she followed me. “Borrow me for what?”

“It’s typically a saying,” I replied as I led her up the stairs. She reached low to bunch up her dress to make her climb easier and smoother. If I were any further in this spell of desire, I’d haul her over my shoulder and spirit her away.

“But right now, I’d like to borrow you for a demonstration.”

“Oh?” Her eyes glittered with intoxication and desire.

“Yes. I want you to be my audience.”

“Hmm.” She looked me up and down. I suffered a unique sense of tunnel vision where she was concerned. When I stared at her, feeling so lucky that we’d ever run into each other like we had, the rest of the world faded away. The chandeliers dripping light down from the vaulted ceilings. The din of hundreds of people speaking over the classical music playing. Nothing registered but the warmth of her hand in mine and her heated gaze on me.

“Your audience to what?” she asked, then licked her lips.

“How badly I want to fuck you.”

She smiled wider but trapped her lower lip between her teeth in that telltale way that signaled she was tempted.

“I can only watch?” she teased as we reached the second floor.

I picked up my speed, rushing her along the carpeted corridor. An empty room would be ideal, but this was an ancient recreational and gathering venue, not a residence. I scanned this second floor perimeter, taking in the lack of corners and shadowed alcoves. There had to be a secret spot somewhere up here, but I didn’t want to outright run and risk her tripping to keep up.

“No,” I replied as curtains swung in a slight breeze. With the summer heat, it made sense that the venue staff would’ve opened the doors to the balconies lining the upper walls. I led Nina toward one, urging her to step past the navy velvet of the curtains that blocked the narrow balcony space. Underfoot was cement. A carved railing prevented anyone from falling. And as luck would have it, a single small serving table stood out here.

“You’re going to help.” I spun her toward the table, setting her ass on the surface. After I crushed my lips over hers and rucked up her dress, she caught on to what I had in mind and framed my face. Her sexy mewls and moans made me harder, and as she sucked on my tongue and widened her legs further apart so I could step between them, I knew she wasn’t too wasted to figure this out.

The sweet, fruity hints of champagne lingered on her tongue and on her lips. I explored, stealing her taste and demanding that she open up more.

“How…” She panted once I moved my mouth toward her neck. “How can I help?”

“Get my dick out. Right now.”

She whimpered as I wrenched the top of her dress low. The fabric ripped a bit, but it was still intact. That black material was now cinched below her breasts, though, shoving them upward so I could suckle and nip at her soft, bare flesh.

“Dante!” She cried out as I sucked hard on one stiff nipple.

“Scream my name. Be my good girl and scream my fucking name.”

She whined, frowning at me as the lust seemed to reach a high. Her fingers were slow and clumsy on my zipper, and I thrust into her hand to remind her of what I'd ordered her to do.

“Anyone could hear,” she argued weakly.

“Let them all hear.”

Her eyes shone from the thrill of what I said. With the soft glow of the lights behind me as I held her on the table out under the night sky, she nodded.

“I want everyone to see what you do to me.” I alternated my attention between her breasts. With my tongue, teeth, and lips, I tormented her and wetted her tits until I had to growl at the need to fuck her.

“I want everyone to hear you screaming my fucking name as I pound your pussy.”

She succeeded at last, unzipping me and pushing my pants and boxers low enough for my dick to spring out. “You can have me, Dante. Take me.” Finishing her bold words that she might not remember later when she was hung over and more sober, she kissed me hard.

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