Page 92 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

Dante rejoined us at the table sliding into the empty seat beside Sofia as if he owned it, then dragging her against him for a deep kiss, making it clear that he was publicly claiming her rather than the other way around. As their tongues clashed, I quietly bumped up the vibration of the egg inside of her and watched her melt into him.

When they finally separated, her eyes were wide and glazed with lust, her lips swollen and pink. His eyes were hooded and cloudy, focused solely on the woman in front of him. She took one shuddering breath and then another, dragging her fingertips across the collar we’d given her.

Adam watched us amused, from across the table.

“Shut it,” Dante snapped. Was that a flush spreading across his tanned cheeks? I chuckled and nudged him with my shoulder, teasing.

To my surprise, he nudged me back and grinned, his haunting black eyes lightening as we shared a look of appreciation for Sofia.

Our attention was drawn to the stage when the emcee began to speak, but was interrupted as murmurs passed through the crowd, catching our attention. Sofia’s gaze was fixed on the entrance, frozen, her fingers clutched in the white tablecloth.

Dante growled, then took one hand in his. Lorenzo grabbed the other one, allowing her to dig her nails into them as she trembled.

Sergio Accardi has entered the chat.

Ana Costa was on his arm, stiff and angry, a poorly covered bruise blooming on her bare arm. Where had they been for the last hour?

Sergio and Ana took a seat at a table full of Costas and Costa hangers on, and the emcee turned back to the crowd, welcoming us to the charity gala and inviting us to donate lavishly.

We’d done what we’d hoped, drawn Sergio out of whatever hole he’d crawled down. Now, we needed to follow him back, get evidence that he was organizing a trafficking ring here in Yorkfield, and then make sure he never bothered Sofia and Lizzie ever again. No matter how much blood we’d have to spill to keep our promises.

38

SOFIA

As Dante ledme to the dance floor once again, he ratcheted up the vibrations until I could barely walk, barely concentrate.

“Such a gorgeous slut,” he murmured in my ear. He turned me in his arms until my ass pressed into his hard cock. “Don’t look at anyone, just close your eyes and let me take care of you.”

I raised my arms, locking them around his neck and swayed with the music, his hands on my hips, gasping for air as vibrations rocked through me. He gripped my hips hard as my breathing sped up, pleasure shooting through me as my climax approached, only for the toy to stop just as I was about to dive over the cliff.

Betrayed, I spun around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, only for him to squeeze his fingers into my ass through the layers of my dress, hard as a rock, desire and something deeper shining in his eyes. “Change your mind, kitten?”

I leaned into him, letting him run his hands up anddown my back as I tried to catch my breath. “You turned it off!”

He nuzzled my neck as we swayed together to the thumping beat, surrounded by people. “It wasn’t me.”

My eyes shot to the edge of the dance floor, where Lorenzo watched us, smirking. “Asshole,” I swore as he ramped up the vibrations in a pulsing beat that sent desire flooding through me. “Fuck this.” I snagged Dante’s hand in mine and dragged him over to Lorenzo. “Where’s Nick?”

He tilted his head toward where Nick was in the middle of a heated argument with his parents. Lorenzo caught his eye, and he nodded.

“He’ll find us,” Lorenzo said.

I pulled them through the maze of the event center until I found an unlocked door and yanked them through it.

Lorenzo grabbed me by the waist and yanked me back. “Slut,” he snapped, grabbing my attention. He’d never called me that before—it was part of my games with Nico and Dante, but coming from sweet Lorenzo, it hurt. At the shocked expression on my face, he gentled. “Let me check the room first, all right, love?”

My lips curled up into a smile as Dante took advantage of the pause to cup my breasts through my dress, the heat from his hands a raging inferno as he roughly kneaded my skin.

Lorenzo stalked through the door, moving like a predator whose constrained violence made me weak in the knees as he checked the room. As soon as he gave the all clear, Dante pushed me in, Nick finally catching up and following us in.

Dante slammed the door shut, locking it.

I pulled Nick’s face down to mine for a kiss, trying to absorb the fury written in every taut line of his body andturn it into a desperate need to match my own. “Now,” I whined, frantically fumbling with his belt buckle, trying to release him.

He laughed softly, and gripped my hands in his, bringing them up to kiss my knuckles. “You okay, baby?”

“Are you?” I asked him, searching his eyes with worry.

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