Page 27 of Devious Vows

His dark eyes leave me, moving like they’re tracking someone in the crowd before falling back on my face, that lopsided grin coaxing a smirk out of my pursed lips. “What did the crazy man do when he saw his girl with someone else?”

My brows dip at his joke, not sure I know where he’s going with it. “What?”

“We’re about to find out.” He steps back from me as he says it, hands raised in surrender as he looks over my shoulder, a grin stretching his cheeks.

“What are yo—” My words are cut off as a voice starts speaking over me, an inked arm reaching past me to grab onto the front of Donatello’s shirt.

“Fottuto bastardo. Spezzerò la tua fottuta faccia.” You fucking bastard. I’ll break your fucking face.

Donatello just laughs, clearly not all too worried about Remy’s threat, dropping his arms and lightly thumping Remy’s chest with his ringed knuckles.“Ti ho fatto un favore. Ora puoi ballare con Beverly senza vergognarti di chiedere.” I did you a favor. Now you can dance with Beverly without being embarrassed to ask.

I glare at Donatello around Remy’s back, watching as Remy lets go of his shirt. I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re a liar. You knew Remy was here.”

Donatello smirks at me and shrugs, giving Remy another soft rap on his shoulder before he starts backing away from us. “I’m going to go slam some tequila and then ask that cute little redhead in the corner if she wants to make out. You guys have fun.”

We both watch him until he gets lost in the bodies surrounding us, Remy’s electric gaze spiking along my profile as I refuse to look at him. “Yeah, tequila sounds like a great idea.” I start to move forward, but a hot palm stops me, fingers lightly digging into my bicep.

“Dance with me.” He moves forward at the low command, his heat burning along my back.

I swallow as his lips brush along my tattoo, skin prickling with gooseflesh at the light touch. “That’s not a nice way to ask,” I quip, trying to mask the way my breathing has picked up in pace at his nearness.

“Balla con me, cuore mio.” Dance with me, my heart.It rumbles along my back and I close my eyes, breathing in the vanilla wafting off his warm skin.

With my eyes closed and the beat of the music thrumming through the air, I can almost pretend it’s just the two of us. In my little bubble of darkness, I can pretend there’s no wedding or Famiglia obligations. I can lean into the man at my back and imagine we’re just a normal couple and not that we aren’t that great of friends, or that we would never be together if it hadn’t been forced upon us. I open my eyes, savoring the time it takes for them to adjust to the dark space, listening to the music as I stop fighting my urge to sway with it.

Remy listens to my silent answer, pulling me closer as he moves with me, breath blowing along the back of my neck. The soft brush of his lips is just a part of his slow seduction. The light touches along my ribs, the trace of his nose along the shell of my ear, and the heat of his hard body searing along my back all working to erase any barrier I’ve tried stacking between us.

“Why were you hiding up there?” I ask, one of my arms lifting above my head, my fingers running through the short hair at his nape.

“I wasn’t hiding. I never hide.” One of his hands moves to twine our fingers over my exposed belly.

“Not even when playing hide-and-go-seek?” He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back.

“Not even then.”

My head drops back onto his shoulder at the hot swipe of his tongue, body vibrating as he sucks the skin into his mouth.

“Have you been drinking again?” I ask, tilting my head for him, letting him continue his torturous kisses over my skin. I shouldn’t let him touch me like this, especially not in such a public place, but something about the way his rough hands feel on my skin, the way his warm body melds to mine, and his mouth moves as if to devour me drives me wild.Makes me feel desired.Makes me feel as if it’s just the two of us. Us and the music as the darkness hides his wandering hands and the stroke of his tongue.

“Why?” he asks, voice rough, lips still on my skin.

“Your hands seem to wander a bit more.” I feel my cheeks heat with the admission, rubbing my lips together.

I can feel his smile. “Maybe I just lose a bit of my will to stay away from you after a few drinks.”

My heart thumps, hard enough I’m sure he feels it. “Why would you want to stay away?”

His nose traces a path from my shoulder to my tattoo, lips on my ear. “Because if I didn’t—” He grinds my hips back into his, rough palm smoothing past our joined hands to skim his inked fingers along the edge of my skirt, pinkie finger dipping under the soft fabric to tease across the front of my panties underneath. “I couldn’t stop myself from doing this.”

My fingers dig into his skin, teeth sinking into my lip when he dips deeper, the pads of his fingers slipping under my panties to lazily stroke the wet slit currently soaking them. He hums deep in his chest, the sound increasing the throb between my thighs. I rise onto my tiptoes, all rational thoughts leaving my head as two thick digits just dip inside of my aching slit. I’m still swaying to the music and Remy uses that to his advantage, thumb brushing along my clit with every shift of my hips.

He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, teeth lightly scraping my flesh as his fingers sink deeper. His hips guide my side-to-side movements while the soft push of his knuckles draws a soft gasp from my lungs.

My skin is hot under his touch, the only thing keeping me dancing at this point is the guidance of our linked fingers, and the push of his hips. I close my eyes, shutting out the other dark and faceless bodies near us, letting myself fall into his touch and the thrum of the music in the air.

His touch lights me from the inside out, scorches my skin, and sets me ablaze with nothing but pure and unfiltered need. My left foot leaves the ground, using Remy’s boot to lift up higher, parting my thighs just a tad wider for his fingers, and they slide through my slit in a rhythm that’s somehow tuned perfectly with the music drifting around us.

He drops his face near mine; soft, wet kisses placed along my collarbone, trailed along the side of my jaw. His lips press against my ear,“Vieni per me, cuore mio.”His lips trail to my tattoo before slowly making their way back; thick, inked fingers between my thighs curling my toes in my shoes. “Come for me.”

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