Page 55 of Dangerous Devotion

As the last one, Dante, lingered by the door, he gave me a sympathetic look before he turned to Vince. “Don’t forget to eat something, brother. I’m sure you’ll need your strength.”

I groaned, and he gave me a wink, then smirked at Vince before he closed the door behind him.

“Your brother is a menace,” I said. It was easier to focus on something other than my embarrassment.

When Vince remained silent, I looked up at him.

He looked at me as if I was a piece of tiramisu…if tiramisu was his favorite dessert and he was indeed starving.

A thrill of anticipation ran down my spine as Vince crossed the room, grabbed my waist, lifted me into his arms, effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather, and spun around.

I squealed in surprise, wrapped my arms around his neck instinctively, and tensed. His scent engulfed me—a heady mix of cologne and pure male. “What are you doing?” I stammered.

He closed the distance between us and the table in a few strides, then set me down with a gentleness that was completely at odds with the intensity of his gaze.

“Taking care of what’s mine,” he said simply, a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He leaned over and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, taking his time.

“Vince!” I said while trying to stop him, but he ignored me and pushed my hands away.

His eyes were on the skin he’d uncovered as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. He was silent, entirely focused on the task at hand.

“Why did you change out of your wedding dress?” he murmured finally, his voice husky.

I blinked up at him. “What?”

“Your dress,” he said again, pulling my discarded blouse from my body. “Why aren’t you wearing it anymore?”

“I…” I hesitated, uncertain of how to answer him. “I thought…it belongs to the family, and if Iset or Mira wanted to wear it at their wedding?—”

“Iset?” His hand hovered in the air as he suddenly stared at me with narrowed eyes.

“Isa,” I said and tried to downplay my suddenly racing pulse.

“Why would you call her Iset?” he asked and slung his handaround my neck, his thumb directly on my thundering pulse point.

Fuck.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, then shrugged nonchalantly. “No reason. I usually call her Isa, but I don’t know why I called her Iset just now.”

He lowered his brows even more. “Are you nervous? Or is your pulse just racing because you’re excited I’m about to take you right here on this table?”

I raised a single eyebrow. “Maybe my pulse is racing because you embarrassed me in front of all of your men; ever thought of that?”

He moved his hand and cupped my chin. “Punk, you don’t know what I’ve got in store for you. Being embarrassed because of this? Wait until I fuck you in front of a room full of people.”

My eyes widened in shock at his words, and I sucked in air.

The intensity in his gaze told me he was serious even as a hint of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You wouldn’t.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

His fingers trailed down my jaw, his touch electrifying against my skin. “I wouldn’t?” he asked, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. “Are you sure?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head. Though I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement that shot through me at the idea, something inside of me recoiled at it. “No,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just don’t…”

“…Think this is something that turns you on?” he murmured while he pressed his lips against the side of my throat. “Good,” he growled, grabbed my ass, and pulled me forward until I was flush against him and his hard dick pressed against my core, the heat of him seeping through our clothes.

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