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Her on the stage.

The lights shining bright.

The body I just worshiped creating beautiful art.

The applause rings out, but she doesn’t see the audience.

She just sees me.

And I just see her.

Whether we’re in my dark world or a packed theater she and I are all that exists.

A little while later she falls asleep in my arms and it doesn’t take long for me to follow suit. I wake sometime in the middle of the night to Violet’s mouth wrapped tightly around my cock and we fuck until the sun comes up.

The mobster no one saw coming and his beautiful ballerina.

Chapter 22

Rocco Spinelli

Ishrug on my jacket—another custom-tailored creation, and pop open the safe in my closet. Grabbing my piece, I check the safety before tucking it into the back of my pants. I turn to the full-length mirror inside the closet and button my jacket. Smoothing a hand over the soft silk, I divert my eyes to the row of ties hanging next to the mirror.

Fuck that.

I pop my collar, undo the top two buttons of my dress shirt and I’m good to go.

Stepping into the bedroom, my gaze immediately falls to the bed and I feel my lips quirk. There, tangled amidst the black satin sheets is Violet. She lays on her belly, with the sheets twisted between her legs and her bare ass in the air. I wonder if she’d mind if I sink my teeth into one of those round cheeks.

I want to say I’ll be gentle, but there are no guarantees. My pretty ballerina may be graceful on the stage but she’s a savage in the bedroom and likes it rough.

My dick swells at the thought and I have to press my palm against my fly to tame it. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her or how many ways, my dick is always rearing to go when it comes to the beauty in my bed. Until her sex was a distraction, a fleeting drug at times, but with her it’s almost like a means of survival. My body craves her like it craves water. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

I make my way around the bed and take a seat on the edge. Reaching out, I gather her blonde hair and push it away from her face. I could get used to her being the first thing I see when I open my eyes.

The back of my hand gently traces down the side of her cheek and I watch as she stirs slightly. Her eyes flutter open and my chest tightens.

Yeah, I can get used to that too.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, covering my hand with hers.

“Morning,” I say softly, bending my head to press my lips to hers. She drops her hand from mine and winds her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. Her tongue slides over mine, enticing a groan from the back of my throat. If Anthony Bianci wasn’t due to arrive any minute, I’d give her the best fucking morning of her life. Instead, I regretfully tear my mouth from hers.

“I hate to leave, but I’ve got business to do.”

“You’ve got business here too,” she teases, lifting her head off the pillow to meet my lips again. I kiss her more thoroughly than I did before, sucking and nibbling on her plump lips.

This time when I pull away, I run my thumb over her lip.

“I much rather stay here with you,” I assure her.

“Then do it,” she dares. “Stay here with me and we’ll never leave this bed.”

Now, that sounds like a fucking plan, but before I lose my head, I try a different tactic.

“Don’t you have to get to the Academy?” I ask. A frown ticks the corners of her lips and she drops her arms from my neck.

“Shit,” she mutters, and I chuckle softly.

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