Page 108 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

Christ. Her fear shines so brightly in her soft blue eyes I’m instantly possessed with the urge to slay every dragon. Primal instinct to protect her at all costs roars through my veins. I grapple with the knowledge we forcibly need to stay long enough for the journalists present to snap pictures for their columns. And for the guests to take notice. Everyone will know India falls under our protection now and forever after tonight. We are no longer her filthy secret she can shove into a closet.

I have the sudden urge to kiss her and do so to the sound of a few gasps and whispers. She is hesitant at first and I have to remember she’s been placed in a position this evening she didn’t ask for. So I let her take the lead on where this goes from here which goes against my default programming. Her tongue swipes across my lip and I tease her back to the sweet sound of a tiny moan. When I break away her eyes immediately sweep away from mine to flit over the crowd before coming back.

“Tomas, what are we doing?”

Fair enough question, but it’s easier to focus on one worry at a time. “India, look at me.” She does and the power of her gaze rocks my fucking world. “You never have to fear anyone or anything when you are with my brothers or with me. I need you to repeat that for me.”

“I like the way your voice grows husky with your accent when you think it’s just you and me.”

A curious thing to say. “What do you mean?”

I begin to sway us to the draw of the violins and she follows my movements.

Her eyebrows arch upward. “You have no idea, do you? Your voice takes on this sultry tone. Unconsciously or not. And your accent thickens. The way you curl your Rs. It’s sexy.” She shrugs slightly as if shy about her observations.

Her body relaxes in my hold and I take that as my cue. “Dance with me.”

I expertly lead us through the other dancers who slowly join us on the dance floor.

The crowd fades to the sides as I lead India around the floor in fluid combinations of soft turns and dips. All eyes are on us and I can feel her tiny body tense up in my arms again.

I let my attention hone in on her while my brothers guard our backs.

“Eyes on me,” I soothe. “Pay them no mind. You’re with me and that’s all that matters right now. The men are jealous of me for having such a treasure.”

She raises her chin. “And the women? What about them?”

I love how the little tease to her tone makes my cock throb with need. She sticks out her tongue to wet her plump bottom lip and the small movement draws my eyes. Her lips are shaded with a deep red that matches her dress perfectly. It must be top of the line because, despite the kissing, the color has not smeared nor transferred.

She smiles, luring me deeper under her hypnotic spell.

Slowly she relaxes in my arms and I can feel her hips sway against my hardening cock.

I try to shove that line of thinking out of my mind with the last bits of reasoning I have, but it’s nearly impossible when her naked thigh is brushing against me.

I know the second she feels my reaction to her body from her tiny gasp. I am not imagining the way she moves a little closer and shimmies her hips with a little more swagger. I bet my life no one has seen a hot waltz like the show we are putting on.

“I had no idea you could waltz.”

“Why? Because I am a criminal?”

She cranks an eyebrow up and extends a leg through the slit of her dress when I dip her back. We fall into step in the next second and she picks up our conversation as if there was no pause.

“Nice try, Tomas. But no. I don’t judge you on your choice of business practices or even roots but on your size. Let’s just say you have a gracefulness about you that is not evident at every moment.”

The straps crossing her back easily move aside when I slip my hand beneath and let her feel the possessiveness of my touch. “You mean outside of bed, of course.”

She laughs softly. A sound I’ve wanted to hear all night. “Naturally.”

To pull us back on topic and away from my dick for a moment, I lean in and place my lips on the shell of her ear and whisper, “All these women wish they could be you. It’s in their eyes.” I cast my gaze over the onlookers.

“Arrogant much.”

“It’s true. They’d love to have a man look at them the way I am right now with you.”

Her step falters a fraction and I cover it up with a dip that makes her breasts tease the restraint of her tight bodice.

Her breath comes out sharp. I guess she isn’t expecting me to be so straightforward.

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