Page 29 of My Sweetest Temptation

She was now lying on her back with her legs stretched out, pointing toward the ceiling. She bent her back and lifted her ass off the floor. Then she rolled over, got to her knees, and stood, facing the crowd, winking, making them go crazy. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, ready to slide them down her legs, inch by inch. I couldn’t take this shit anymore.

I charged toward the stage, roughly grabbed her by the waist, and yanked her off the stage and into my arms.

WINTER

One minute, I was losing myself to the music, and the next thing I knew, I was being ripped off the stage. I spun around, ready to give this asswipe a piece of my mind, but stopped short when I stared into a set of angry blue eyes.

“Nico,” I spat, my voice laced with venom. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Seriously? After two weeks of complete radio silence, this was how he decided to show his face again? Unbelievable!

From over his shoulder, I saw Matteo, Nico’s cousin Luca, and his brother Lo looming nearby, making the room feel small. Enzo hovered by the front door with his arms crossed.

‘’I think you showed your ass enough tonight,” he said, his tone clipped. “You’re fucking done here.”

“Excuse me?” I snapped, pulling away from his grip. “I’m working. You have no right!”

I didn’t know where this newfound confidence came from. But Nico pulled it out of me whenever I was near him, which was incredibly irritating.

“Actually, I can,” he replied, his eyes narrowing.

I turned to see Lola with a nervous look on her face as she shuffled over to me with my purse and bag.

“Lola, please don’t let him do this,” I pleaded.

“I don’t have a choice, Winter,” she mumbled, glancing at Nico. “He wants you gone. No questions. I’m sorry, but I have to let you go.”

My jaw clenched as I turned back to Nico. “I am not a chess piece; you can’t?—”

Before I could finish, he wrapped his arms under my knees and hauled me over his shoulder and smacked my ass. My hand instantly wrapped around his waist to keep myself from falling.

Did he just...?

‘’Did you just smack my butt?’’ I sputtered, mortified and furious.

“I sure as fuck did,” he replied, his tone filled with darkness and anger.

The crowd fell silent.

Ignoring the shocked onlookers, Nico marched toward the door with me still slung over his shoulder. Tabi called out to me, but her voice was soon drowned out by the sound of the club’s front door slamming shut.

The cool night air brushed against my skin as Enzo opened the back door of the car. Nico tossed me inside, and I landed awkwardly on the leather seat.

I reached for the handle, and my heart raced with desperation. But before I could escape, Nico grabbed the back of my neck and forcefully yanked me back against his chest.

“Oh, my God!” I screeched.

This man is insane!

“Stop manhandling me!” I screamed as I struggled against him, but it was useless—he was a wall of muscle. I twisted and thrashed, but his grip was like iron. I summoned all my strength and aimed a swift kick between his legs, but just as my foot lunged forward, he caught my leg before I could make contact.

“Knock it the fuck off,” he barked. “Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank your sweet ass.”

Why did his caveman ways turn me on? What the hell was wrong with me? Exhausted and humiliated, I eventually gave up my fight against him as the car began to move. My ass still stung from his slap, and I seethed with resentment.

“I want you to work for me,” he said after a beat. His tone was softer this time, but he was struggling to keep his breathing steady, and I sensed the rage simmering just below the surface.

“Work for you?” I asked, confused.

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