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“You wouldn’t.”

It sounds like a dare, but a weak one at best. I may have been pushing Violet aside and doing my best to feign indifference to her advances, but I never blatantly denied wanting her.

“You had the chance to do that in Miami, remember?”

She stops to lick my lips, and I drag my fingers through her hair, twisting the long locks around my fist as I yank and angle her head. My mouth covers hers and my tongue slides in, lapping around all that fucking sweetness, wishing it was her pussy.

God, picture that.

Violet’s legs wrapped around my head, my tongue sliding in out of that delicious cunt, flicking her clit until she comes. I’d fucking lick every last drop.

Her fingers leave my hair, and she slides her hands under my jacket, gripping my shoulders as she rides me. Bruno, my driver, clears his throat from the front of the car, and I tear my mouth from hers, but she doesn’t relent. She keeps at me, swirling her hips as she rests her chin on my shoulder. Turning her head, her breath brushes my ear.

“He can watch,” she taunts.

“The fuck he can,” I growl, slicing my gaze to the rearview mirror. Bruno eyes move from Violet’s ass to mine and I glare at him. “Keep your eyes in front of you and take me back to my fucking hotel.”

“Yes, sir.”

Bruno peels away from the curb and Violet’s body presses into mine. I grab her hair and jerk her head so that her eyes meet mine.

“Last chance to run, Bug, and trust me, after what went down tonight, you should.”

“What went down tonight?”

I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head.

Slip of the tongue.

“Last chance,” I repeat.

She studies me for a moment before yanking my tie, pulling me closer.

“Gonna say it one more time, Rocco, I’m not scared of you. Now, make sure I’m back before sunrise. I have to dance tomorrow, and I prefer to do it without your cum dripping down my thighs.”

Christ.

“Then it’s a good thing I plan on having it drip down your throat.”

How’s that for honesty?

Are you scared now?

Chapter 16

Rocco Spinelli

We barely enter my hotel room before I lift her into my arms and press her back against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls my mouth back to hers. In a frenzy to claim one another, our tongues clash and our teeth clang. Both of us are desperate for control, and we make a show of it by nipping and sucking at each other. My teeth brush her lips and her fingers curl into the ends of my hair, holding me in place as I assault her mouth.

It’s ruthless.

Unapologetic.

Fucking combustible.

But I’m not surprised, I knew Violet and I would set the world on fire. I knew it the first time I kissed her. Here’s a girl who has everything going for her. Smart, sexy, a bright future. A fucking modern-day angel and I, the devil. That’s why I tried to steer clear—a pitiful attempt on my behalf, but an attempt nonetheless. The truth is, I have no business getting involved with Violet. But every man has a weakness and Violet Cabrera is mine. If giving in is wrong, I don’t ever want to be right.

Breaking the kiss, she pushes my jacket down my shoulders and tugs at my already loose tie. Once the knot is out, she sends it flying across the room and starts working on the buttons of my shirt. I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor and set her on her feet. Taking her hand, I pull her toward the bed and take a seat at the edge. My hands land on her hips as my eyes wander up her body, taking in every curve. Finally, my gaze settles on her face.

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