Page 10 of Dangerous Vows

All I hear is the beat of the music.

All I see is the most incredible woman on the dance floor, tempting me.

She’s grinding alone on the dance floor, making me hard.

Her body moves to the beat, and she and the music become one fluid picture that mesmerizes me. She's oblivious that all the men are looking at her and wantingher.

But she’s mine.

I have to have her. The sheen of her jet-black hair is blinding. When she opens her eyes again, it’s clear we only have eyes for each other.

My cock pulsates.

Who is she?

The dim lighting surrounds her like an aura of mystery.

She's different from the other women.

She’s silently daring me to fuck her.

I downed my drink and set the glass on the table with athunk.

“Jesus, Pietro, what’s the matter?” Renalto asks.

“Do you know that woman?” I ask no one in particular.

“No, but something tells me you are going to get lost inthat,” says Niccoló.

Matteo claps me on the back. “Go get her, brother. You deserve a night off. God knows you’ve been off the grid long enough. Welcome to New York—the city that’s filled with endless possibilities. Maybe you’ll be the next one getting married.”

“Don’t count on it,” I murmur. I never planned on a wife, kids, or the happy fucking ever after. It’s bullshit if you ask me.

But I’m no longer processing the words of my brothers. I approach the dance floor as the base shakes the walls.

I only have eyes for her.

I take my time moving through the room like I own it because, in a way, I do. My name carries weight, even if I prefer to let my actions speak louder. But tonight, I’m not here for business. Tonight, I’m just a man who’s unexpectedly captivated.

The crowded floor parts like I’m a messiah. I move into her space, wrap my arm possessively around her waist, and pull her to my chest.It’s a magical moment as we move together, like a couple that has practiced for years. We’re two parts of a whole because there’s no light between us. My cock presses against her, and she straddles me, then moves her body seductively down mine until her face comes to a stop at my cock.

Fuck me, and all that’s holy.

The music saves her as the song transitions into one of rap, and I guess I’ll never know what she was going to do next. I place my palm on her back as we step off the dance floor. That shift in the air is subtle with a pull of something—someone—I wasn’t expecting.

I led her to the bar and pulled out a chair for her. She sits. I stand beside her, infatuated.

“Drink?”

“Dirty martini.”

I catch the bartender’s eye. I nod toward the bottle of top-shelf bourbon behind him and ask for the martini. Then, I turn to her and take in her flawless face. Her skin looks tanned even though it’s not beach weather. Her eyelashes flutter unpretentiously as her mouth, the one I’d love to fuck, is perfectly poised for the kiss I yearn to give her.

“You look like you’ve got a dangerous amount of curiosity,” I say, watching as she shifts her gaze to me, her eyes bright with interest.

“And you look like trouble," she counters smoothly, arching a brow.

I chuckle. “That’s funny. Most people say ‘charming’ first.”

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