Page 24 of Dark Mafia Vows

A bitter chuckle escapes my lips. The one woman I haven’t been able to stop thinking about ever since the last time we met, when I had her body pressed against mine...

It’s been over a week since I saw her, and I wanted to take my time to gain some rein over my mind before I saw her again.

Yet here she is, right in my club, dancing as if no one else existed. The universe was playing one sick, twisted game by bringing her right into my territory before I’m ready to see her again.

Everything else fades into the background as I stare at the fluid, mesmerizing, and erotic way she moves her body. The light catches her skin, making it glow. The way her long hair falls over her shoulders, the way she moves unapologetically—it’s intoxicating.

I feel myself grow hard in my pants just watching her. Every part of me craves to touch her, taste her, and feel her grind against me. But it’s a line I shouldn’t cross, not again. It’s dangerous. I shouldn’t want her the way I do.

She has no idea that she’s captured the rapt attention of every man in this room. I feel something hot and dangerous burn low in my chest at the realization that every other man is watching her body the same way I am.

Maybe I should have just stayed in my office. I’m about to make good on that decision when I see a guy inching closer, his hands finding their way to her waist. A surge of possessiveness washes over me, igniting something deep within. I’m on my feet before I can think, muscles tensed with anger and determination.

I don’t even care how stupid or obvious I look charging over to them now. I watch people step out of the way as I make my way downstairs. Most of them turn to look at me warily, fear coloring their features. The music and noise fade into a dull roar as I storm through the crowd.

I reach her just in time.

My voice is hard and calm, yet it cuts through the pounding music.

“Get away from her.”

It’s a simple instruction, but it makes the guy stumble back, a mixture of shock and fear in his eyes. He knows exactly who I am and what I’m capable of. The thought fills me with dark satisfaction.

The guy wastes no time scrambling away.

“You,” I growl, looking at her flushed face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she hisses, a molten fire burning in her eyes. Under the flashing lights, I see the hints of green in her hazel eyes.

“I should be asking you that damned question, Ginevra,” I say. Her head reels back, as if she’s shocked that I called her by her full name. Then her breath hitches slightly as I take a step toward her. “Why the hell are you here?”

She blinks, and the anger returns to her eyes.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Dario!” she yells, turning to walk away from me, but I’m not having that.

Ignoring her protests, I grab her arm and pull her away from the dance floor. Her heels click against the tiles angrily as I drag her down to the corridor at the back of the room. Her angry insults get drowned out by the loud music tries to wrench out of my grasp, but I only tighten my hold and pull her into the quiet hallway.

“Let go of me, you asshole,” she spits just as a waitress bumps into us. Her eyes widen slightly before she bends her head, mumbles an apology, and scurries off.

“If you keep fighting me, I’ll throw you over my shoulder,” I warn, turning to look at Ginny.

She scoffs like the brat she is. “Is that supposed to scare?—”

A loud yelp leaves her lips as I lift her body up and over my right shoulder.

She gasps in disbelief. “Put me down this instant, Dario!”

Her dress hikes up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of lace panties, and without thinking, my hand lands on the back of her thighs, right under her ass, shielding her from any wandering eyes.

Her body stiffens slightly, and I try to ignore how soft her skin feels underneath my hands as we continue our way down the hall, which thankfully is empty. I arrive at a restricted room and unlock the door with my fingerprint before stepping in and closing it shut. As I slide her body down my shoulders, my hand on her thigh moves upward until it’s holding her waist.

“I asked you a question earlier,” I snap. “What are you doing here?”

That’s when she pushes against my chest, the fire in her eyes returning.

“Who the hell do you think you are to demand such answers from me? Who do you think you are to drag me away like some rag doll?” she seethes, pushing against my chest.

I take a step back, needing space to breathe, needing to stop inhaling her intoxicating scent. It’s too much, too overwhelming.

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