Page 4 of Depraved
All my thoughts.
All the sounds.
All my breaths.
It all stops.
The only thing I see, hear, and feel is Sarah.
I see her hands reach for her ankle. Hear the sound of her fingertips running up her leg against the sheer fabric covering her supple skin. And feel her need, her desire, her fucking challenge.
Sarah’s hands stop on her thigh, and my eyes drift back to her face, appreciative of the show. Bringing her leg down, she slowly turns to face me then walks toward where I’m watching.
The minute her hand lands on the door, she licks her bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth. “Let me know when you get tired of just watching.”
My mouth opens, but before I can answer, the door closes right in my grinning face.
Fuck. I’m going to break this girl in so damn hard tonight.
I turn and groan, looking down at my half-hard cock, and shake my head as I walk back out to say my goodbyes.
Time for me and Sarah to become more intimately acquainted.
IPAT SOME COLD WATERon the back of my neck to try and cool myself down. Holy hell. That man is a gorgeous piece of meat, and I desperately want to take a bite.
The water runs over my fingertips, falling in between them as I smile at myself in the mirror. I can’t believe I just teased him like that. It’s as if all good decision has flown out of the window.
But fuck it. Weddings are for one-night stands.
And it’s been a while.A really long while.
I deserve to let go.Finally.
The first time I laid eyes on him, I couldn’t help but add him to my fantasy reel.
I’ve only met Dante in passing a few times and always when it’s business related. Thank god his business is Church, or I would’ve never gotten a glimpse of him shirtless. Talk about perks of the job.
He’s insanely hot.
Dante’s a six-foot-two god, with his delicious olive skin and shaved inky-black hair on display in a muscular frame covered in tattoos.
Tattoos that run from his neck over his shoulder and all the way down his arm to the hand that I hope wraps around my throat as he fucks me into sheer bliss.
A half-laugh escapes my lips over my dirty thoughts, and I step back from the mirror, giving myself one last look.
Here we go.
I grab the door handle, pausing for a moment and wondering if he’ll be on the other side. But the moment I open it, I know he’s gone, even before I look down the hallway.
Dante has a presence; you can feel him in the room. Everyone can. He’s a dangerous, powerful man, and that’s catnip for this pussy.
I walk back into the party, heading straight for the bar. I’m going to need some more liquid courage, but a waiter approaches with a glass of red wine, extending it out to me.
“This is from Mr. Sovrano. He said to tell you to say your goodbyes; the two of you will be leaving soon.”
A half laugh escapes my mouth, and I’m certain I look stupefied as I accept the wine. I did tell Dante to let me know when he was tired of just watching. What did I expect?
“Thank you,” I answer, searching over and around people for my dirty benefactor, but I don’t see him.
