Page 28 of My Sweetest Temptation

“Don’t ever threaten to touch a Netflix junkie’s remote,” I warned, my tone playful yet serious.

NICO

What the hell was she thinking?

Luca looked into my feisty little angel and found out she was working at a strip club owned by Bane, one of our well-known dealers.

I had asked my PI to follow Winter after that, and the very next day, received text messages with pictures of my angel dancing half-naked in some club. It was a punch in the gut, a blow I never saw coming. She was too sweet and innocent to be shaking her ass in front of strangers.

So, here I was with my men—Luca, Matteo, Lo, Miguel, and Enzo—as we strolled inside the club.

“Enzo, watch the front door. No one gets in and no one leaves, understood?” Enzo nodded, his jaw clenched. He glared at the bouncer at the door and gave him a look that said to move the fuck on, and he did without question.

“Miguel, guard the back. If my little angel here tries to slither away, I want you to stop her.”

A dark smile played on his lips as he moved into position.

The club was packed with horny men leering at the stage. Some had their hands down their pants as they watched the girls grinding on the poles.

Including my fucking girl.

I clenched my hands into fists. The thought of other men ogling her, drooling over her every time she shook her ass, made my blood boil.

“Nico,” she acknowledged me, her tone respectful. “What brings you to our neighborhood?”

We usually kept our distance from these places, maintaining a neutral stance with the dealers we worked with. But this time, it was personal. But there was a petite brunette with the brightest gold eyes I have ever seen who had me stepping into this club like a man possessed.

“A dancer started working with you for in the last six months.” I kept my voice low, but the tension in my tone was unmistakable.

Lola’s eyes narrowed. “Are you talking about Winter? She’s the only new girl we’ve taken on recently.”

I gave her a curt nod, my hands clenched inside my pockets, concealing the rage building within me. “That’s the one. I want you to fire her.”

“May I ask why?” she ventured cautiously.

“For one, she doesn’t belong on that stage,” I spat out. “Second, don’t ever question me. Do we understand each other?”

Lola’s expression turned into one of understanding. “Yes, Nico.”

As Lola retreated, the dancers finished their performance. The music changed, and that’s when I saw fucking red. The song “I See Red” by Everybody Loves an Outlaw blared through the speakers, and there she was, Winter, stepping onto the stage in fuck-me heels.

“Oh, shit,” Luca muttered, his eyes fixed on the stage.

Lo whispered, “Not good.”

“What do you want us to do, boss?” Matteo asked.

But I couldn’t answer. I was transfixed by the vision before me. Winter, dressed in a red bodysuit that hugged every inch of her body, was a fucking siren. The long sleeves flared at the wrists, but the huge cutout in the middle that exposed her flat stomach and belly button drew my gaze. The top barely contained her tits, and the black underwear, visible through the suit’s fabric, left nothing to the imagination.

I was rooted in place when she leaned against that damn silver pole, one hand stretched above her head, and arched her back. She bent one knee, resting her hand there. Her ass was a mere inch from the pole, and she kept her gaze on the ceiling. She knew exactly what she was doing. Teasing. Taunting. Torturing me.

Just watching her made my dick hard and beg to be set free.

She slowly slid down the pole and came back up the same way. Then she twirled around the pole, her tight ass on display. When she straightened, she leaned forward and made eye contact with the crowd, giving them a full view of her tits. I felt a surge of possessiveness. She was mine, dammit!

Everything around me stopped when she sensually touched her body, like she was tempting the men to dare touch her. She took slow, light steps, and was sexy as hell. She continued to writhe on the stage, touching her hips and thighs, and then slid her fingers through her ponytail.

Lola stumbled out, her wide eyes locking with mine, silently pleading for me not to act; she could tell I was about to lose my shit. I turned my gaze back to Winter.

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