“I need another drink!” my best friend, Tessa leans into my ear to yell over the music in the club.
She takes my hand, and we dance our way to the bar. Tessa pushes her way to the countertop and pushes her breasts together with her arms, earning the bartender’s attention.
“What’ll it be gorgeous?” he asks, flashing a dimpled smile.
“One double shot of Jack and a sex on the beach for me,” she says, fluttering her lashes at him.
He raises his brow at me standing behind her. “A double shot of Jack? For a little thing like her?” he asks.
“She’s small but mighty,” Tessa tells him, winking at me.
He chuckles and gets to work on our drinks. He slides them across the bar at us, giving Tessa a napkin with a number scrawled across it, which she promptly slides into her bra. I have no doubt she’ll be using it later. “This round’s on me, ladies. Have fun.”
“Watch me walk away?” Tessa flirts, turning around and putting an extra sway in her hips as we walk back to the dance floor with our drinks. I laugh at her as we start dancing with each other.
“Looks like you’ll be having fun later,” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Think he’ll give me a ride home?”
“If he wants a ride with me, he will,” she laughs. I take a sip of my Jack. It burns down my throat and fogs my mind further, letting me forget about the stress of this week. I raise my hands above my head and sway my hips to the rhythm of the music, throwing my head back to laugh at nothing.
A few men come up behind us to try and dance with us. Most of them back off when we tell them we aren’t interested, but one grabs my hips and pulls me back against his obvious erection. I’m about to turn around and slap him, when he’s suddenly yanked backward by his collar. A tan man in black slacks and a white button down with sleeves rolled up to his elbows is in his face before I can gasp.
“The lady said she doesn’t want to dance with you,” he growls. “I should cut off your dick for touching her without her permission.”
I lay my hand on the man’s tattooed forearm. “Antonio,” I warn. My voice stern.
“You’re lucky she’s here. I’d better not see you in my club again,” he says. He gestures toward the bouncer who makes his way through the crowd and grabs the terrified man by the back of his neck to lead him to the door. Antonio watches to ensure the man is thrown out before turning back to meet my glaring eyes. “What?” he asks.
“Seriously,” I say, setting my drink down on a nearby high-top table. “I can take care of myself.”
“Yeah, it really looked like it,” he says, sarcasm lacing every word. I roll my eyes at him.
“You’re not my boyfriend, Antonio,” I tell him. “I don’t need you to protect me.”
He leans in close to my ear. “You’re lucky I’m not your boyfriend. If I was and you rolled your damn eyes at me, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”
My eyes widened before I schooled my features. I knew I was playing with fire as warmth pooled between my legs, but I didn’t care. I rolled my eyes again. His nostrils flare, and I see a mischievous glint touch his eyes before I’m scooped up and thrown over his shoulder. I squeal.
“Excuse us, Teresa,” he tells Tessa.
“Have fun, Morgan!” Tessa hollers after me.
“Antonio! Put me down!” I shout, slapping at his ass and kicking my feet. He swats my butt and pins my legs to his chest.
“Behave, Principessa.” He motions to the bartender Tessa was flirting with earlier. “Ian, watch over her, and give her a ride home when she’s ready to leave.” Ian nods and makes his way over to where Tessa is still dancing, unaffected by what’s happening with me. Of course, she knows about Antonio and I’s flirtationship, but she doesn’t truly know who he is. If she did, I’m sure she wouldn’t be so nonchalant about this.
Antonio is the owner of the night club we are in, The Blue Lion, but he is also the head of Boston’s most infamous crime family, the Vincellis. I met him when he came to the hotel I work as a waitress at for a business meeting. I had no idea who he was at the time, and when I figured it out, I tried to cut off contact. That became difficult when other members of the Boston crime syndicate realized he cared for me. For my protection, he’s had his cousins tailing me for two weeks now.
He carries me outside to where a limousine is already waiting for him and lays me down in the back seat. I scramble to a sitting position the furthest I can get from him and curl in on myself. The divider is down, and I’m contemplating begging the driver to help me when Antonio climbs home and tells him to take us home.
“Home? You’re taking me home?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“Yes, Principessa. We are going home,” he says. “To my house.”
“That is not my home.” I turn to the driver. “Please, take me to my apartment. It’s 475-” I start to tell him my address when the divider raises, and we take off down the street.
Antonio comes over to take the seat beside me. He places two fingers under my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. I steel my eyes, not letting him see the fear that’s starting to coil in my gut. I uncurl from myself and straighten my dress, keeping his eye contact. His hand slides down to my throat, caressing my neck with his thumb. I swallow hard, and his eyes darken.
“Principessa, do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he asks.
“That’s kind of a loaded question…” I mumble, casting my eyes down.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he says, raising my head higher, so I’m looking in his eyes once again.
“I said, ‘That’s kind of a loaded question.’ You are taking me to your home. You are the head of the most infamous crime family in Boston. I think any way this goes I’m going to end up getting hurt in one way or another.”
“Are you afraid?” he asks, searching my eyes.
“Yes,” I admit. “But it’s a little too late to back out now.”
“I should have told you who I was,” he says. “But I’m selfish. I needed a taste of you, and once I got one, I knew I couldn’t stop. Now your life is in danger, and while that scares the ever-loving shit out of me, I can’t seem to regret what I did. You’re stuck with me, Principessa. I will never hurt you,” he tells me. I’m taken aback by his admission, and I have to clench my legs together to try and relieve the pressure that’s building between them. He notices and looks down and up my body slowly devouring me with his eyes. “Well, not in any way that won’t also bring you immense pleasure.”
I exhale a breath that comes as a soft moan before his mouth covers mine and smothers out the noise. He pulls my leg over his lap and cups my pussy over my thong.
“So wet for me, Principessa,” he breathes. “You’ve soaked your panties, and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” He bites my lower lip then nips at my jaw before attaching his lips to my neck. I moan loudly and spread my legs even further, providing him the access he needs to slide his fingers under the lace and start circling my clit with nimble fingers.
“Antonio, I need-“ I pant, writhing under his touch.
“What do you need, Principessa?” he asks, nibbling on my earlobe.
“I need more. Please,” I say. He chuckles as he pushes two fingers inside of me. He closes his eyes and leans his head back.
“Fuck, Morgan. You are going to be the death of me,” he says, calling me by my name for the first time that night. My name rolling off his tongue sends a wave of pleasure to my core as my pussy clenches around his fingers that continue a steady rhythm pumping in and out of me. “Oh no, Principessa. You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to,” he tells me, stopping the motion of his fingers before removing them from my panties. “Put your seatbelt on.”
“What the hell, Antonio?” I swear, my pussy aching with need. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Principessa. Rolling your eyes, talking back to me, trying to kick me, and having no regard for your safety,” he tsks. “You don’t get to cum until I’m buried balls deep inside of you spilling my seed.” Antonio cups the sides of my face before shoving his tongue in my mouth, letting me taste my arousal. I moan into his mouth. “Now, be a good girl, and do as you're told.” I close my legs and put my seatbelt on as Antonio moves to sit opposite of me. “Keep your legs open. I want to admire my dessert before I devour it later.”
