Page 85 of Blood in the Water

Fuck.

“Come on,” the dragon urged, voice low. “Before things get messy.”

I didnotwant to get caught up here if shit was about to go down between the Russians and the Italians.

“Alright,” I whispered, leaning against my dragon’s chest. “Lead me away, dark prince.”

Just get us out of here before someone sees me.

He pulled me through the dance floor and up the stairs, letting his fingers trail my skin, burning a sizzling path of desire across my body with every touch. The scuffle between the two warring mafias slowly faded into the background. I’d go upstairs with this guy for ten minutes max, then make an excuse and leave. But for those ten minutes? Yeah, I’d enjoy the hell out of them. His kisses would be a quick, easy reprieve from the chaos of emotions that normally warred inside my head.

When we reached the top of the stairs, he pulled me down a hallway and pressed his lips against my neck as he pulled open a door. I gasped at the view.

From inside this room, the entire club was on display. The dance floor, the bar, the private booths in the back, the VIP area. A king’s view, overlooking his kingdom.

How did this guy have access to a place like this?

“Do you work here? Are you the manager or something?” I asked breathlessly as his kisses sparked a trail of fire down theexposed skin of my sternum, and he pushed me against the wall. His fingers trailed their way up my thighs, getting dangerously close to the weapons hidden there.

“Why do you care?” he asked lightly, a hint of laughter in his voice as he mimicked my earlier words.

I laughed at his cheekiness. He definitely worked here, but probably wasn’t supposed to bring girls to his office. “I guess I don’t.”

But Ididcare about keeping him away from my gun.

I wrapped my hand around his tie and yanked his mouth back to mine.

“Fuck, you taste like bad decisions and sunshine,” he murmured against me.

“I bet I taste more like tequila.”

He shook his head. “I want more.”

He pulled me from the wall and carried me to the couch overlooking the window. Then he plopped me down and kneeled in front of me, eyes going dark with lust.

I stared, enraptured, as he placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs wide.

“Shit,” I squeaked. “What are you doing?”

“Getting more.” He leaned closer. My head spun while his hands slid up the bare skin of my thighs, only stoking the growing fire in my core.

“Wait!” I clasped my hands over him, pausing him right before he brushed against the holsters. To his credit, he immediately froze.

We stared at each other, my uneven breathing the only sound in the room besides the distant thumping of the dance floor below us.

“I know you’ve got something under there, little vixen,” he finally said.

“What?”

“You have something hidden under your dress. If I cared, I never would have brought you up here.”

His fingertips brushed up the hem of my skirt, putting the holsters, their weapons, and my lacy thong on full display. My cheeks went beet red. I moved to push him away, but he held his hands strong.

“That’s a nice Hellcat.” He leaned forward to press a kiss on the inside of my knee. My pussy clenched, and I sucked in a breath.

“You don’t care that I have two knives and a handgun strapped to my thighs?” I breathed as those dangerous kisses trailed upward. “If you work here, your security is super shitty. Thought you should know.”

“I care in the sense that it fuckingturns me on.” He gently nipped at the skin of my inner thigh, and I practically jumped out of my skin. What the hell is even going on right now?