Page 3 of Depraved
Matteo turns to the group, interrupting my focus, and bites his fist.
“I think I just met the future Mrs. Prozzi.”
The howls and laughter start again, but this time, I don’t join. I’m too busy watching Sarah saunter across the room to the bar. That ass is trouble. Fuck me, I want to be in trouble. So fucking bad.
“Let’s go before Gretchen kills us,” Nico laughs out.
We all stand, buttoning our jackets to walk back inside, but before we get inside, I reach out for Antonio.
“Not her,” I say, pointing a finger at Sarah. “She’s nobody to you. We clear?”
Antonio laughs. “Crystal,” he says, chuckling, and walks ahead into the bar.
If anyone leaves with that woman tonight, it’ll be me, or they’ll be leaving in a fucking hearse because she’s something I want.
And I’ll be collecting all her pleasure tonight.
Sarah’s been nursing that third glass of wine for the last half an hour. I’ve watched her politely speak to everyone who approaches her and turn down every man who’s asked her to dance.
But my favorite part is how she always finds my eyes in the room after she does, seeking my approval, and each time, I give it with a wink. I like this little game we’re playing. This silent understanding we’re establishing.
Nothing unless I say so.
Dominic walks up with his wife, Drew, and slaps me on the back. “We’re taking off, brother. My girl’s tired.”
Nodding, I lean down and kiss Drew’s cheek. “Sweet dreams, beautiful. Make your boy take care of the kiddos tonight.”
She smiles back at me, squeezing my arm, and looks over her shoulder to Sarah. “D… Stop staring at her and go talk to her already. I thought you had game.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest, and Dom grabs for her as she squeals, covering her giggling mouth. He circles her waist, lifting her off the ground.
I shake my head, still smiling, “Get out…go home, trouble.”
He sets her down, giving me a jerk of his head as Drew wraps her arms around his waist while they walk out to their waiting car.
Bringing the scotch to my mouth, I let the cool liquor slip past my lips, my eyes searching the room again. No Sarah.
She’s gone.
My head swings around more obviously, searching as I see a glimpse of her silver dress walk around the corner toward the restrooms, her eyes finding mine as she pauses to make sure I see her.
The idea of pulling her into a dark corner with everyone only a stone’s throw away makes my feet carry me with purpose toward where I’ve been beckoned.
I don’t think twice as I round the corner into the dark, empty hallway, my hand gripping the corner of the wall, but my feet slow as I’m enveloped by the darkness.
The only light illuminating the space is coming from a bathroom door because it’s open…cracked just enough so that I can see her standing in the entry area of the women’s bathroom.
I move in farther, watching with interest, leaning my shoulder against the wall.
She’s in front of a velvet, round pink ottoman that’s in the middle of the room. Her high-heeled foot is on it, dress split, exposing her thigh, with hands on her leg as she adjusts the goddamn garters she has on.
She’s a goddamn vision.
My cock starts to push against the fabric inside my slacks, so I reach down, adjusting myself, relishing the feel of pressure against my dick.
Sarah brushes her shiny, straight hair over her shoulder, bringing her chin to it and locks eyes with me. Her gaze drifts down to my hand that’s still on my cock, and the sexiest smile graces her lips.
Everything stops.
