Savage Lover: A Dark Mafia Romance (Brutal Birthright Book 3)

Things with Dante for the past few days have been different. A good different.

Now, whenever he runs his fingers up my arm or my thigh when I’m sitting on his lap on the patio or in his office, I get ridiculously horny. Then I have to remind my body to calm down. I endure those moments by turning the tables on Dante, teasing him right back until he ends his call or throws everyone out of his office to make out with me.

So far, Dante and I have just kissed and touched on top of clothes, above the waist. I haven’t asked him to jerk off in front of me again, though. Only because I’m afraid I’ll put him in my mouth the next time. Feeling him hard underneath me while I’m sitting on his lap is another ordeal where I long to undo his pants to impale myself on his cock.

It feels like only a matter of time before we cross the line into below the waist and under the clothes touching, then full-blown sex.

There’s still fifty-six or so days to try and survive Dante. Each day gets a little harder. Literally. I think he gets longer and harder with every day that passes.

Tonight, we got all dressed up to go out again. Only this time, there are no topless women because we’re in one of the casino’s regular dance clubs. While the patrons here may have more clothing on, it doesn’t stop them from humping all over each other on the floor in rhythm with the thumping bass playing through the speakers. The crowd is young, mostly twenty or thirty-year-olds if I had to guess. It’s not my kind of place at all. I can’t even remember the last time I attempted to dance, and I don’t recognize any of the songs. Cole would probably be mortified if he saw me in a place like this with his generation.

Dante and I have just sat down in one of the VIP booths on the second-level when Dante pulls out his phone from inside his jacket pocket.

“Fuck,” he mutters while staring down at the illuminated screen in the dark corner of the club.

“What’s wrong?” I ask while he types away.

He’s still typing when he says, “Eli’s coming to stay with you while I go handle some business.”

“Business? This late at night?” I know that the mafia king doesn’t exactly keep business hours, but he’s not usually bothered after he comes into the bedroom around ten or so at night. It’s nearly eleven now.

“It shouldn’t take long,” he says, waving down a waitress to get our drink orders while tucking the phone away again.

When she leaves, I tell him, “I can just go back up to the penthouse.”

“No. Stay. Please.”

It’s the please that gets me to concede.

A moment later, Eli strolls into the club, still adjusting the collar of his navy suit jacket like he dressed in a hurry.

“I thought I was off the rest of the night,” he says to Dante, giving him more attitude than I’ve ever heard.

“Something came up,” Dante grits out, glaring at the other man. “Stay with Vanessa. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, then slides out of the booth.

“Does he need to be here since there are two guards lurking nearby?” I ask as he starts to stride off, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket like it’s a nervous habit.

“Eli could take down both guards in less than ten seconds,” he says over his shoulder before disappearing.

The man in question sighs heavily, then lowers himself into the booth. “Bastard just had to stroke my ego. But he’s not wrong.”

“You could take the guards down in ten seconds? Even though they’re armed?”

The former MMA fighter grins, then sips Dante’s whiskey when the waitress places it on the table along with my whiskey sour. “I could put them to sleep before either oaf could pull their guns out of the holsters.”

Shaking my head, I sip my own drink. “Very cocky.”

“Very true.”

“So why did Dante think I need your protection as well as the guards?”

He shrugs as he glances around the club. “No clue. And no, he didn’t tell me what came up.”

I can’t tell if that’s the truth or if he just doesn’t want to tell me. “Sorry if he interrupted your plans tonight.”

With a puff of laughter, he finishes off the whiskey, then says, “Don’t worry. My plans will still be waiting for me right where I left them when I get done babysitting.”

“Good. Maybe it won’t be long.”

“Hopefully,” he agrees. “So, what do you think of this place? First time here?”

“Yes. It’s definitely better than Nirvana.”

“I heard Dante took you there the other night.”

“He did. I hated it.”

“No kidding. I can’t believe he took you to his favorite watering hole. Those girls can be cutthroat when it comes to Dante’s dick. And I heard you cost at least two of them a ride on it,” he adds with a smirk.

“Poor things,” I say sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.

Movement in the dark corner of the club draws my eye away from the awkwardness in the booth to a couple pressed against the wall. “Are they…are they fucking over there?”

“Probably just dry humping.”

“I’m pretty sure her panties are long gone.”

“Holy shit,” Eli mutters. While we’re watching them, the guy lowers the woman’s feet to the ground then spins her around to face the wall before pounding into her from behind. At this angle, you can definitely see her bare, pale ass thanks to the raised back of her dress.

It’s impossible to look away as the man plows her. Over the sound of the music, I can almost make out her moans from the deep, energetic thrusts.

Oh, how I miss great sex. I want to get pounded just like that.

God, maybe I should just give in and fuck the mafia king already.

I’m not sure how long the couple goes at it. Long enough that my skin is hotter than the sun, and I’m soaking wet between my legs.

A loud, deep clearing of a throat pulls us both out of our trance.

Dante is back, standing in front of our booth and he looks pissed as he stares down at us.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Get up.”

Eli quickly slides out of the booth. “Can I go now or…”

“You’re dismissed,” he tells him as he retakes his seat next to me and slips his arm around my shoulders. Pulling me tightly to his side Dante asks, “What are we looking at so intently?”

“Nothing,” I answer way too fast. But Dante easily follows my recent line of sight.

“Ah. I see now.” His damp lips brush my ear, making me shiver before he whispers, “I didn’t take you for a voyeur, butterfly.”

My eyes drift back to the mating couple, even though I can feel Dante’s eyes watching my face. “They obviously want to be watched or they wouldn’t be fucking in your club.”

“This been going on for a while now?” Dante asks as he too becomes mesmerized as well.

“Yes.”

“He probably took a Viagra.”

“No kidding.”

Dante’s lips press against my neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, making me shiver. “I prefer to have multi-rounds in one night to one long one.”

“Oh, yeah? Because you can’t last long and need time to recover?”

“Only a little. I like to cum in every hole at least once before I’m fully sated.”

“Wow. I bet women just love that,” I mutter, trying not to imagine him doing those three things, or how I might enjoy them.

Dante’s tongue flutters over my neck again. “Since I eat their pussy between each round, they usually let me do whatever I want to them when my cock is hard.”

“If you say so,” I remark, trying not to sound affected.

“Have you ever watched anyone before now?” he asks while placing his big palm up my left thigh that’s crossed over the right one.

“Watched people have sex right in front of me? No.”

“And? What’s the verdict?”

“The verdict?”

“Are you wet from watching them fuck?” Before I can answer, he says, “Wait. Don’t tell me.” He slides the hand on my thigh a little higher. “I think I already know the answer, so I’m calling in my debt.”

His palm slides even higher, going under the hem of my dress to make his intention clear.

“Right here?”

“Right fucking here.” Leaning closer, he whispers in my ear, “Keep your legs crossed. You know how much I love a challenge. I’m going to get my hand between these tight thighs no matter how hard you clench them, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Good lord. I don’t know if I want to throw my legs wide open or make him work even harder.

“Vanessa? Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” I agree, not only because it was part of our deal for him to let Gavin go the other night, but because I want him to touch me where I ache. Where I’ve been aching for weeks.

Glancing around the crowded club, I don’t see anyone staring right at us, and there’s a table in front of the booth hiding my lap from view, so I clench my thighs as tight as possible.

That of course doesn’t stop Dante. His long fingers wiggle their way down, down, down, until…

The first prod of his fingertip wiggling back and forth along the crotch of my panties makes me gasp.

“Fuck, you are drenched,” Dante murmurs. My legs open a little more, wide enough for him to cup me in his big hand. “All from watching two strangers fuck?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he presses down, finding the spot where I’m the wettest and pushing into it. “And…and from you,” I add as I lean my head on his chest and clench his arm. I want him to know it wasn’t just them who made me wet.

“You like making me work for it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“When?” he says moving those fingers higher to the bundle of nerves where my pulse is throbbing…and pausing.

I gasp and clutch his arm tighter as if I can make him keep going, to keep touching me because I’m so close already. Of course, I can’t make him. Even right on the edge I know it’ll be when Dante decides to let me finish.

He’s waiting for me to say it, to ask him for it.

“When,” I whisper.

“It was always when, not if, wasn’t it, butterfly?”

His eyes continue to watch my face, still waiting. I nod until I can wet my lips enough to speak. “Yes. When. Not if. Please, Dante,” I beg him. His fingertips thankfully begin moving in circles.

“Have you ever been fucked in public?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be?”

“I-I don’t know. Never really thought about it,” I lie.

“You are right now, I bet. Are you thinking about riding my cock while everyone watches? The women wishing they were you while all the men wish they were the ones inside of you?”

My back arches as my hips begin to rock all on their own, chasing the pleasure that’s just out of reach because of his dirty words and talented fingers.

“I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” he says as his lips and tongue tease my ear. “Tell me something, butterfly.”

“Mmm?” I whimper, my eyes closed to concentrate hard on the pleasure.

“Should we stop and take this upstairs?”

My eyes fly open at his words that are meant as a threat, meeting his smug stare. “No. Please don’t stop,” I beg, clutching his wrist to keep his hand where it is, until his fingers finally press into me harder. “Please, Dante,” I gasp again just before the first tremor rolls through me.

I hold my breath as I ride them out, hips bucking, desperate to keep the pleasure going, to make that incredible feeling last as long as possible. I don’t care where we are or who sees us. It feels too damn good.

When every shiver of gratification has been wrung from me, my body goes limp against Dante’s side. I can’t even keep my legs crossed at the knee any longer because my muscles are all too exhausted.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, lips pressing to my forehead. “The way you say my name when you come is better than any drug I’ve ever had. I need another hit, and soon. And a fucking cigarette.”

Dante finally removes his hand from under my dress. Without lifting my head from his shoulder or opening my eyes I ask him, “Do you think anyone saw us?”

“Which answer would you prefer?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You’re a sexy little exhibitionist, teasing every cock in the room, including mine. Just like on the stage with Gavin,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Are you ready to go home?”

Home.

The penthouse isn’t my home, but I feel safe and happy inside of it.

“You may have to carry me.” My legs are too limp to move right now.

“I’ve wanted to pick you up and carry you to my bed since the first time I saw you.”

“Tonight, you can be my guest,” I assure him.