Page 63 of Beautiful Enemy

“A show?”

“If you’re father is here, don’t you want to upset him? Make him angry after how he treated you?”

I stare at Dante with his black mask on. It hides his features but I know who he really is, deep down. “Why are you so filled with vengeance? I don’t have any desire to make my father suffer. I just wanted to get away from him and I did.”

“No one is that sweet.”

“Maybe I am.”

Dante’s dark eyes take me in. “Maybe you are.” I gasp when his hand settles on my thigh. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t also be a little naughty.” He moves his hand to my inner thigh. The fabric of my dress protects me from his touch but I can still fill the heat coming off his skin.

“What are you doing?” I don’t push him away.

He leans into my ear. “If you want me to stop, then tell me to stop.” His fingers inch closer to the spot between my legs.

“We shouldn’t do this here.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t but that doesn’t mean we can’t. So, baby, what’s it going to be? Are you going to push me away or invite me in?”

His hand hovers right over my most intimate area. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t even be thinking of this. My entire focus needs to be on finding Anya and making my escape.

Yet, Dante’s eyes draw me in. His entire presence is like a vampire putting a spell onto me.

Slowly, I open my legs just the tiniest bit.

Dante smiles.

His hand presses between my legs, making me gasp and clamp my legs around his hand. The couple across from us glance over.

“Just ate something bad,” Dante says, waving away their concerns. They shrug and turn back to each other, not even noticing what Dante is doing to me.

He fingers press down onto my nub. Even through my dress, I can feel it. My hips begin to rock against his hand just slightly. It’s not enough for anyone to see what we’re doing.

My hands grip the edge of the table. “Dante.” It’s a whimper.

“God, hearing you say my name makes me want to ravage you,” he whispers into my ear.

My body is on fire. I can’t be feeling this way. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

And yet, I am.

With a rough sound, he removes his hand from between my legs and bends down to place his hand on my ankle. His fingers move back up my leg, but this time, they’re underneath my dress. I don’t have any underwear on.

Dante looks right into my eyes as his fingers move back between my legs and touch me skin to skin for the very first time.

I gasp.

The couple glances over at us before they get up and move to another table.

Dante slides my chair in so I’m pressed against the table; this way no one can see what we’re doing.

Dante’s fingers are much more large and firm than my own.

He finds my clit and rolls it around, never taking his eyes off me. I can feel my own arousal coming out of my body. I flush. This is so vulgar and yet so exciting. It’s thrilling. It’s intoxicating.

Dante has me trapped under his spell and I’m too powerless to resist.

He gets me warmer and warmer and warmer until I think I might combust into flames.

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