Page 50 of Mistletoe in the Mafia

He chuckles. “You bet I do.”

The two of us start to sway to the music. He keeps a respectful distance away from me for a bit, allowing me to feel comfortable. I slide my fingers through my hair and tip my head back, and he gets bolder because he steps closer, placing his hand on my arm before slowly sliding it down to my waist. He’s barely touched me before a hand appears in front of me, shoving him away. My eyes widen when I feel a warm, hard presence at my back.

I don’t even need to turn around to know who it is. His scent assaults my presence. My heart does a slight jump that turns my insides upside down. I find myself catching my breath, unable to breath.

“Leave,” Dominic orders in a low thunderous tone.

I whirl around until my eyes find his gray stormy ones. I blame the alcohol in my system for the fluttering in my heart. He looks pissed. My lips part.

“Hey, Dom,” I say with a small innocent smile.

His eyes narrow. “You were going to let another man touch you?”

I make a face at that, suddenly feeling loads more sober than before. “What is that supposed to mean? This is the second time you’re acting like a possessive caveman today, Dominic. I’m not your property. Leave me alone!”

He’s about to reply when another voice joins the mix. It seems Matt wasn’t deterred by his appearance.

“The fuck, dude? I was here first.”

I fight the urge to facepalm. I’m almost sure he has a death wish. Dominic stops staring at me to shoot the other man a glare that would have most people turning on their heels and running away. Matt simply steps even closer, proving that he really does have a death wish.

“The lady obviously doesn’t want to spend time with you, so why don’t you scurry on away,” Matt states, and I can just imagine the smirk and the gloating look on his face as he says that.

Dominic grows even more scarily calm. I’m almost sure he’s going to punch him but instead he looks down at me, a gleam in his eyes that has my stomach plunging.

“What are you going to do?” I ask in a whisper.

“Show him you’re mine,” he replies a second before his lips crash to mine.

I don’t get to think or breathe. All I can do is feel. His hand moves down to my waist while his other hand grabs my neck in a possessive hold. He doesn’t just kiss me, he claims me. His teeth nibble on my bottom lip before he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth.

It’s both suffocating and liberating at the same time. I’ll never get tired of the feeling of being kissed by this man. My fingers dig into the hard ridge of his chest, fisting into his T-shirtfor balance. Dominic lifts me up and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist while he continues ravaging my mouth.

I forget everything—where we are, who we’re with, I even forget my own name. My head turns dizzy, hazy, and begins floating. When he finally pulls away, air assaults my lungs. I’m disoriented while he smirks in a lazy, sinister way.

It’s only then I remember we’re in public. There’s whistles and catcalls coming from every corner of the bar. When I look behind us, Matt is nowhere to be found. The poor guy probably left during our makeout session.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, hiding my head in the crook of his neck, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

“I warned you, Flowers.”

He carries me out of there like that, with my legs still tangled around him. The cold air is a shock to my senses as soon as we step through the doors of the bar. Dominic sets me down in front of his car. I slide down his body, not daring to look up at his face, and shiver involuntarily, rubbing my bare arms. My coat is still in there.

Dominic pulls his jacket off and places it on my shoulders.

“Wait here. I’ll get Carly and your things,” he states.

I nod, inserting my hands into the sleeves of his jacket. I’ll do literally anything if he just leaves me alone for a second. I can feel his eyes burning a hole into my face. Only once he’s gone do I finally take my first full breath.

“What the fuck just happened?” I breathe, the cold puff of air gathering in front of my face.

Too soon, Dominic and Carly are stepping out of the bar as well. She’s telling him something, gesticulating excitedly with her fingers while he listens to her with a blank expression. He’s holding my purse and coat in one hand. As soon as they’re within reach, he hands me the purse. I go through it and make sure my phone is still in there, along with everything else of importance.

Realizing I can’t put it off any longer, I slowly look back up at the man that’s ruining my life. But in a good way. I think.

“How did you even know where we were?” is the first question I ask.

Carly answers, “Oh, I texted him about an hour after we got here. I swear, he’s never replied to me that fast before. All I had to do was send him that picture we took with a message saying, ‘Guess where we are.’ He got here in less than thirty minutes and has been watching us ever since.”

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