Page 51 of Throne of Sin

“I can’t leave my date, that would be rude of me.” He shows me his perfectly white teeth, but they’re crooked as hell.

I glance over my shoulder and Max has Sienna up against a wall with his hands caging her in.

“I’d say, your date has forgotten about you already.” I step up and remove my gun, resting it above his heart. “You need to forget you ever saw Demi, and never contact Sienna again. Otherwise, I’ll bury you.”

I nudge my gun against him and nod toward the exit. “I’m not your enemy here, Dante. Demi doesn’t deserve the pedestal you have always placed her on. You’ll see what I’m talking about soon enough.” He turns and heads toward the exit by our table.

“You’re going out the back door.” I place my hand on his shoulder and move him where I want. He doesn’t argue or fight.

“We’ll see each other soon, Dante.” He takes a step before he pauses and turns back around. “Here’s where I’m staying, just in case you want to chat more.” I accept a card from some shitty motel close to the neighborhood I grew up in.

My fingers itch to blow his head off, even though I’m not the violent one in our family. I wait until his back disappears into the night’s darkness before I alert our security so that Jameson doesn’t return.

I walk back to the table after the speeches have already started.

“Where’s Max?” He and his date are not at the table.

Savio shrugs. I look around the room and notice Sienna is also nowhere to be seen.

“You, okay?” Demi asks, placing her hand on my thigh to give me a small squeeze.

My hand covers hers. “I just had to deal with business.”

She tries to move her hand from under mine, but I keep it in place. We stare into each other’s eyes and I have no idea what she’s searching for in mine. I can’t help but wonder if she knew Jameson would be here tonight.

“Did your business matter include another woman?” she asks, taking a sniff of my jacket. I smell the same spot and realize Sienna’s perfume lingers. Jealousy sparks in her irises. It looks good on her, and because I’m a bastard I refuse to answer. I want to wrap her in this state forever.

A small grin graces her perfect lips as she tries to hide the jealousy.

“The only woman I want to enjoy tonight is you,” I whisper in her ear, putting her out of her misery. Again, she tries to remove her hand and again, I refuse to allow it.

She turns her head and shifts her body to ignore me and listen to the speakers. Her free hand plays with her hair, moving it from one side and exposing her delicate skin that I would love to nip.

“You mad at me, Demi?” My hand trickles down her arm and goosebumps scatter across her skin. Leaning into her, my lips pull at her earlobe. “We both know you can never stay angry at me long.”

She smells delicious, a soft vanilla scent envelopes me.

“I have no reason to be upset. It’s your active imagination playing tricks on you. Did youwantme to be mad at you?” The sass spewing from her fuckable lips has my cock hardening.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her chair closer to me. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman, and put your feelings first. That’s all.”

She scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

“You looking for a spanking? Because that eye roll has my hands twitching.”

“That sounds ungentlemanly.” Her tone is unimpressed but her eyes sparkle with the idea.

“It’s not. You’ll enjoy it and come so hard you’ll make my leg wet.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“We both know that if I slipped my hand up your dress right now, I’d find you wet. It’s a lot easier to embrace your desires than fight them.”

She squirms under my arm, pleasing me.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight.” This girl has me breaking all of my rules. I’ve never fucked any of my club girls until her. My dick is refusing to think of her as one of them. Since she’s walked back into my life, my cock refuses to work unless it’s for her. No other woman even makes it twitch anymore. It refuses to come to life unless I imagine her, which I spend an awful lot of my alone time doing.

She rests her shoulder into my side. “Not happening.”

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