Page 16 of Don't Break My Heart
“You’re a tease.” He laughs, his voice low and sexy as hell. This time Reef’s hands move all the way up my body, cupping my tits before his hand laces into my hair, and he pulls me backwards so our mouths meet. Fuck, I can’t pull away, I don’t want to. His tongue sweeps through my open mouth, and fuck, he tastes so good, I want more. Our kiss deepens, and I get lost in everything Reef.
“Sloane, we have company,” Onyx growls from his lookout place in the doorway.
Reef pulls back from me quickly as Daisy pops her eyes open, a clear look of panic registering on her pretty features.
Reef moves back to his place at the door with a filthy smirk on his lips, and I move back to dancing. I could give two fucks if Orlando walks in on me dancing. Let him.
Someone clears their throat from the doorway, but it’s not one of my boys. “Margherita,” Valentine growls as he stalks toward his wife, grabbing her arm and forcefully pulling her off the platform she was dancing on and into his arms.
“Hey, there you are. Have you come to dance with me?” She laughs playfully, staring up at him all doe-eyed.
“She’s drunk,” he snaps, disgusted. “Is this your fucking influence?” he glowers at me, snatching up the mostly empty bottle of whiskey.
I shrug, not really caring about his snippy attitude toward me. “She’s never tried whiskey before, and that’s a crime where I come from. Let her have a little fun. Look how happy she is.”
Orlando appears in front of me. “Ava,” he hisses, his voice dripping with barely controlled anger.
I go back to dancing, ignoring him, when he insists on using that name. I close my eyes and move around the pole, trying to be as sexy as I can now. Yeah, it’s mean to mess with this fucker when I have no intention of letting him anywhere near me, but I have to get my fun somehow, and also, I don’t think Daisy is the only one who’s a little tipsy.
Thick fingers close tightly around my waist, their unexpected warmth shocking me out of my haze of happiness. Orlando roughly scoops me up and pulls me into his arms. “No wife of mine is going to be caught dead dancing like a fucking stripper.” He lets me down to the floor. He holds me way too close to his body, so close I can feel every taut muscle under his suit and just how tense he is. His lips brush my ear. “Unless it’s for me.” He sinks his teeth into my earlobe. The sensation of his whispered words skating over my skin and his rough bite send all sorts of signals to my pussy. Oh, dear God. I might still be beyond pissed with him, but my pussy didn’t get the memo. She still wants him. Especially when he manhandles me and talks dirty.
“I’m taking Daisy home. Dinner at my estate tomorrow,” Valentine throws in Orlando’s direction before carrying his drunk wife from the room. She offers me a sad little wave, and I blow her a kiss, then they’re gone.
Romeo pulls the heavy curtain behind them, closing the space off with just the five of us inside, a wicked gleam in his eyes as they lock with mine.
“Time for us to go home?” I ask playfully.
He shakes his head, his eyes filled with fresh desire, looking sexy as fuck in his expensive suit. “Not even close, doll face.”
Chapter 8
Romeoclosesthegapbetween us, a hand coming to my waist possessively as he drags me out of his brother’s hold on me and into his body. I can feel how shaky he is, and I can’t tell if it’s just from walking in on me dancing around a pole or if the three Moretti brothers have had some sort of altercation out there that I missed. I hope it’s not the latter.
“You can’t put on a sexy-as-fuck show like that and not expect us to want more, doll face.” He moves his body so I can feel how hard he is already.
I laugh nervously, knowing in my half-drunk and turned-on state he can’t say shit like that to me or I’m liable to drop to my knees and tell him I want to taste his cock. Placing a hand on his chest, I shove him away, trying to get some space, but also so I can see him better. The low light in the room casts shadows over his bruises, but they’re still there and way too noticeable for my liking. I hate how much pain he is in because of me. “You’re in no condition to be raising your blood pressure right now.” I glance toward Orlando who is watching us together, that same damn look of lust on his features. “You both need rest to recover from your injuries.” I take a shaky step back.
Orlando grabs my wrist, tugging me back toward him. My ass lines up perfectly with his crotch. Fuck, he’s just as hard. He brushes my hair over my shoulder as he places a delicate kiss just below my ear. Ascattering of goosebumps coats my skin. I should tell him to fuck off, demand he gets his hands off me, but I can’t resist this man, even when I’m pissed with him. “I’ll rest when I’m dead. For now, I want my show.” Orlando’s hand runs up my side, dusting over the soft fabric of my dress as he cups my tits and squeezes my nipples through my dress, sending a tingle that goes right through to my pussy. His touch on me is so electric I can hardly stand it.
With my breath catching in my throat, I glance over to Onyx and Reef, not sure if this is a good idea. No, scrap that, I’m sure it’s a terrible idea. They stand protectively on either side of the door. Reef gives me a little tilt of the head to tell me to proceed, that I’m safe with them on guard. It sends butterflies taking off inside me. “Dance for us, wildcat.”
Fuck. They’re all watching me, waiting for me to give them what they want. And fuck, it’s what I want as well. The last twenty-four hours have been hell. We all need this, even if I’m still angry with Orlando.
Romeo takes my hand in his, helping me back up onto the stage, his hands running over my ass. I take hold of his tie, staring down at him as I run the silky fabric through my fingers. “You assholes don’t deserve a show. You should be groveling down on your knees for me, not asking for me to entertain you.”
His hand slides under the hem of my dress, slipping between my legs he cups my pussy.
I suck in a breath as he slips a finger inside my panties because I can’t deny how turned on I am.
“Your drenched panties tell me all I need to know. You’re going to give me what I need because you want this. You’re a dirty little slut for us, aren’t you, doll face? You’re fucking dying for me to fill you up with my cock after you dance for me.”
I shake my head. He pushes his finger inside of me, and I moan out loud, not able to help it. Fuck, he’s right.
He grins up at me, knowing just as much. “Dance for me, sweetheart.” His eyes are so filled with lust I can’t stand it. He pulls his finger free and licks my juices off it.
Orlando takes a seat, pressing play on the music, making himself comfortable as he relaxes back into the plush leather sofa. His legs widen, and I make out the bulge in his pants. He thinks he’s so damn powerful now. So confident that I will be a good girl and just give him what he wants. He has to know me better.
Romeo follows suit, joining him on the sofa. The expectation in their eyes is almost too much to take. I know these boys went through hell for me. But they have also just landed me in hell, and I’m not as easy as they think. If it was Reef and Onyx, I might be more lenient because they have been well and truly fucked over as well.
