Page 66 of Hearts Held
“And what in God’s name is going on there?” I gather Seraphina to my side, pulling her close as I point my glass of scotch in their direction. The woman is cursing as she pounds her tiny fists into his back.
“Oh, that’s the new girl,” Seraphina retorts, her eyes narrowing in their direction. I notice the venom in her voice. “I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of meeting her yet. Maybe you should tryherout, darling.” She pats my chest.
“Yeah?” Looking down at her, I notice the malice growing on her features. “What things could I do with her?”
Her eyes widen in excitement as I glance over to see Everett reluctantly placing the “new girl” down gently. It appears he may be fond of her, and it would give me great pleasure to break a new plaything ofhis.
“Anything you want, darling. Do anything you want to her.” A wicked smile stretches across her face as she takes my hand and pulls me across the dance floor.
Once Seraphina and I face the young woman, I notice the innocent, questioning gaze in her emerald eyes.
Seraphina grabs the young girl’s hand and places it within mine.
“Brielle, this is Giorgio. He is one of the most important business partners of the Aftons and, as you can see, a handsomebachelor.”
I brush my thumb across her tiny hand and watch as the crimson stretches across her cheeks.
Seraphina leans into Brielle’s ear and obnoxiously whispers, “He is also a grandlover.”
Brielle becomes visibly uncomfortable and snatches her hand back.
“Oh! That is nice. Nice to meet you, sir,” Brielle states, then nervously nods her head in my direction.
Encroaching on her space, I take a step forward and grab her hands from her nervous form.
“Let’s dance, dear,” I state, then whisk her away to the dance floor as she clumsily trips over my feet. “Sorry, did I take you off guard?” I know damn well I am making her feel uncomfortable and am relishing her visible distress.
The beat picks up and our steps become faster.
“You look absolutely adorable squirming under my control,” I lean in to whisper, as her skin prickles from my words.
Her breathing picks up as her tiny mouth is agape, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Raising an eyebrow, I offer, “Why don’t I get you a drink?” then turn to find a waiter with a tray of bourbon.
I glance over my shoulder to find her slowly receding within the crowd. I grab a glass and the small vial within my suit jacket. Uncorking the small object, I empty the powder into the drink and mix it with my finger as I trail after her.
If my little minx wants to be pursued, I’ll make a real game out of this. I’ll hunt her and make her scream formercy.
I slowly catch up to her, each step gaining on her, with sweet anticipation.
I corner her in the small hallway that leads toward the hotel bedrooms.
Caging her with my arms, I peer down to see her hyperventilating, but she does such a good job keeping a tough exterior.
God, I can’t wait to get heralone.
I relish in considering which body part I may decide to keep asa trophy.
Reaching up, I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers as she nervously looks between the door of a room and my hand grasping her locks.
“I’dloveto speak to you in private. It’s rather loud in here, don’t you think?” I ask and reach for her hand, tugging her toward the far portion of the hallway, where I reserved a room for my own premeditated debauchery.
“I am waiting for someone. I don’t think I have the time for private conversation, sir,” she hastily states and tries to fight my grip of her wrist, but I continue to pull her farther and farther away from the party. The music begins to fade down the hallway as she tries and fails to jerk her arm from my hold.
The more she fights, the more she panics, the more she excites me.
This poor little doe will make such a great trophy when I’m done with her.
