Page 22 of My Sweetest Temptation

I exhaled slowly. “It’s not, but it doesn’t matter what I wanted. It’s her birthday,” I repeated with a shrug.

He nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. “And what made you think it was okay to dress like a forbidden angel in fuck-me heels?” His voice carried an edge, almost like he was angry at me, though I didn’t know why.

I averted my eyes from the intensity in his. “Nobody tells me how to dress,” I stated, defensiveness creeping into my tone. “And I didn’t realize there was a dress code, considering half the women here are practically naked.”

Suddenly, everything around us froze in place as a stretch of silence crackled in the air between us. I could feel the tension in his posture, the way his hands tightened on my back. Taking a chance, I peeked at him through my lashes, my heart racing. With his hands now on my lower back, he pulled me closer.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. “You’re about to make me break every fucking rule, aren’t you?”

My breath quickened. This man was a mystery—a present wrapped in layers of sin—and I wanted to unravel him. “What...”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing my earlobe, sending a rush of pleasure down my spine. “Do you want to feel what your smart-ass mouth does to me?”

I suppressed a moan when his cock hardened against my warm center. This dress was so damn short he could easily whip out his penis and slide right in.

This was crazy. I should get up and walk away. But his arms around me felt like a haven, and the scent of his cologne clouded my better judgment. “You’re right where you belong, dolcezza,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety.

Nico’s eyes held mine. “Go on, see how far you can push me. I fucking dare you.” His thumb brushed my jaw, his touch feather-light. “Because I’m going to show you things you’ve never even dreamed of.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He toyed with a loose strand of my hair, letting it slip between his fingers as he studied my face. “Out of all the women in the club tonight, you’re the only one that caught my attention, and that ain’t easy to do. And you know what that means, don’t you?”

I shook my head.

“You belong to me now.”

I pulled back slightly. “Belong to you? I don’t even know you.”

He chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated against my chest. His hand lowered to my ass and squeezed hard. “I don’t need to know you to claim what’s mine.”

“You can’t just decide that,” I protested. My stomach churned, tightening into a knot. Who says something like that? I couldn’t believe he thought he had that kind of power.

“Watch me,” he murmured, his face inches from mine.

“Why me?”

“Because...” he simply said, “you are light and I’m dark. You are heaven and I’m hell. And together, we’re going to create chaos.”

I didn’t know what that even meant, but I felt an undeniable pull toward Nico. Something about his possessive nature intrigued me, but I couldn’t dismiss the warning bells ringing in my head.

This was insane. Dangerous, even. But this man was like a force of nature I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. In that moment, I knew I was lost. I wanted to be his. There was something about how he carried himself, a dangerous aura that seemed to surround him like a dark cloud. Ever since the day my parents were taken away from me, grief and anger swallowed my heart and left me roaming through nothingness, like a ghost haunting the memories of my past. I now carry those two halves of myself, and Nico might be the only man who could appreciate and understand them both.

A part of me believed Nico might be the light I’d been searching for. It was as if he held the key to unlocking the door that trapped my demons, the ones that clung to my soul. They would finally be let loose, and I’d be free of them. I also believed that Nico was the type of man who could handle them and maybe even teach me how to control them.

Nico’s lips curled into a devilish smile as if he could see the surrender in my eyes. “Just remember,” he added, his tone turning serious, “there’s no running from me. I’m possessive as fuck, and you’ll be mine, and mine alone. So you better get used to that idea because I won’t let you slip away so easily.” Nico caressed my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. “I saw you. I keep you. And now your mine.”

I was lost in the depths of her almond-shaped eyes, framed by long, fluttering lashes. She was a tiny little thing. My fingers cradled her face softly, and the fluttering in my chest was back, but now it was in overdrive, like that damn pink bunny on crack. I’d never experienced this feeling before. Every part of my body suddenly came alive after being dead for years. The beast inside me, as if it had been starved for decades, craved her pure innocence.

There was something mesmerizing about how her lips moved when she spoke, and her wide and curious eyes, as if she was searching deep into my soul without permission. But there was also a hint of defiance in her that made my dick hard.

I ignored the sensation and let my fingertips glide through her hair, inching teasingly toward her ponytail. With a gentle tug, I pulled the band from her hair, setting it free. I wrapped the band around my wrist, giving her a cheeky grin. “Mine,” I added. Her breath caught, and a slight flinch danced across her beautiful features.

I twisted my fingers in her chestnut brown hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves. She possessed a breathtaking and innocent beauty, like an angel. She was fucking beautiful and sweet. I wanted to lay her on my bed, naked and bare for me to take in. I’d lick every inch of her and leave bite marks on her soft olive skin so she knew who she belonged to. I’d slam my cock deep inside her pussy while she cried out my name and begged me to stop. I’d bet she tasted sweet as candy. If she was any other girl, I’d whip out my dick and fuck her right here, but I wouldn’t treat her like a whore, and I didn’t want the other fuckers in the room to have a sneak peek of what was mine.

The moment she walked into the room, I had difficulty maintaining control. I held back from running up to her, and throwing her over my shoulder and out of this club.

When our eyes met across the room, I saw something simmering beneath the surface—a hint of darkness seeking an outlet. And I wanted to be the one to expose her secrets and bathe in her sins.

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