Page 59 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

He pulled me closer until no more than a hair’s breadth separated my chest from his. I could feel the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of my dress and licking along my skin.

If I closed my eyes, it was so easy to get lost in his warmth. Despite the friction that was ever-present between us, this part seemed to come so naturally. If I just shut off my mind and let my body take over, I had no doubt the result would be cataclysmic. And it was so damn tempting. To turn off the anger, the frustration, and bitterness. To get caught up in the heat and the lust and the sexual energy that was sparking between us.

“Give in,limone,” he whispered close to my ear so I’d hear him over the music.

So tempting.

“Did I tell you how amazing you look in that dress?” he asked, his words slipping over my skin like a caress.

He twirled me around then pulled me back against him with so much force it left me winded.

He leaned in even closer until I could feel his lips graze the shell of my ear. “Did I tell you how amazing you’ll look when I get you out of it?”

Tiny jolts of heat shot through my body, setting a fire burning low in my abdomen.“Just give in,” he’d said, and all the hot, sparked up parts of me cried out in agreement.

“I’d like to leave, Dominic,” I said.

‘Then what are we waiting for?”

He pressed his lips against my neck, just beneath my ear, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body.

Without waiting for the song to finish, we left the dance floor, walking hand-in-hand toward the exit.

I caught sight of Leandro just before we left the hall. He was standing with his back ramrod straight and his hands clasped in front of him, next to one of the exits. He nodded to me as Dominic and I passed by, but I didn’t miss the quirk of his lips.

“…you and Dominic may be better suited for one another than you think,” he’d said.

I bet my maid of honor was feeling pretty smug now.

Chapter Twenty-One

Dominic

She was looking at me the same way she had on our third date. Fire and lust shone bright, not tainted by the anger and resentment that had clouded her eyes ever since. Whether they were gone or just subdued for now, I didn’t care. Fallon was mine.

In a few short minutes, we’d be home, and I couldn’t wait to rip the dress right off her body. I wanted her naked. Now.

Once we got into the back of the Escalade with Marco at the helm, she seemed to get smaller, sitting quietly, nearly as still as stone but for the way she was twirling the ring on her finger around and around.

Usually, I wasn’t much of a jewelry man, but the thought of her body bare but for the ring around her finger did crazy things to my head and to the blood that was pumping hot and heavy through my veins. It wasn’t an ordinary piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of my claim on her.

“Do you like it?” I asked, grazing my finger over the ring.

"It’s very… different,” she said.

“It’s made from the bullet you removed from Bullet.”

“It’s from the night we first met,” she said, looking at it like it was the first time she was seeing it. “I mean, if you think about it too much, it’s a little grotesque. And yet, it’s…” She trailed off, searching for the word.

“Perfect?” I posited, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing from the ring to the tip of her finger.

She nodded, and I could feel the slight trembling in her hand and in her thigh that was pressed against my own.

I wasn’t typically the sentimental guy, but the ring really was perfect. Two metals, light and dark. Smooth, refined gold, and the rough etching created by the bullet’s metal. It was just like the sweet and sour that defined the woman next to me. My wife.Mine.

And with that thought, I used her hand I still held and tugged her toward me.

I covered her lips with mine, and she let out a breathy sigh. Her lips parted for me as I plied the seam between them. She tasted like champagne, and it went straight to my head.

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