Page 31 of Cruel Betrayal

Lust courses through my veins as I look up at him.

I haven’t even fucked the man, and I’m already dick drunk, even though he’s the worst person to be interested in.

But it’s harder to separate the man in the chatroom and the one standing in front of me than I thought it would be.

“See?”Ezra leans close to me, his arm wrapping around my waist as he leads me into the hotel ballroom.

Soft jazz music fills the air, and people with guns on their hips make their way around the room, grabbing little snacks from the trays roaming around the room.

He tucks his hand into his pocket.

A vibration pulses through my entire core, making my knees weak as I lean into him.

Smirking, he continues pulling me along with him to one of the tables in the corner.

“I bet you’re already soaked,” he whispers in my ear, his voice husky. “I’m sure by the end of the night, you’re going to be begging me to bend you over the table and fuck you.”

“Get bent.”

The vibration gets more intense, forcing me to sit down in a chair and clamp my legs tight together.

He must’ve been thinking ahead when he got me a black dress for the night. It’s the only thing that might not show how wet I am.

Ezra sits in the chair beside me. “You look beautiful tonight, love.”

I make a noncommittal noise in the back of my throat, not wanting to play the part of the happy date.

People move around us, casting long glances in my direction.

I hold my head high, though it’s hard with the vibration getting more intense. I rock my hips subtly, glaring at him the entire time.

“Problem?” He smirks, stopping the vibrator as the orgasm is building again.

“You know, this is a cruel game to play when you’re going to kill me in the end. You should just let me go and then I can be on my way.”

“You’d like that, love, but that’s not going to happen. I want you, and now that I have you, I’m not going to let you go. Which means that you need to stop looking for ways out and stop worrying that someone here is going to kill you. As long as I’m with you, they’ll behave.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel safe?” I scoff and grab the knife from the table, moving quick and getting it beneath his jaw. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with. I might not beas bloodthirsty and vicious as my siblings, but make no fucking mistake, I can handle myself.”

That crooked smile appears. “What are you going to do? You’re in the middle of a room surrounded by my family.”

“I could kill you. It’d be worth it.”

“You’d die too.” He swallows, neck bobbing against the blade, but he seems entirely unbothered by it.

Stupid fucking mafia men. I should’ve taken off and run away when I had the chance.

“It. Would. Be. Worth. It.”

“I think you’re full of shit.” His fingers climb up the slit in my dress, fingers tracing on my thigh. “I think you want someone to care for you the way I do. I think it terrifies you that I adore you. I think you wish that someone else would want to be with you despite all that your family is. You should open your eyes, love. I’ve been here for a while, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Which is a problem for me.”

“I don’t care.” His fingers climb even higher, brushing against my clit.

Despite my better judgement, I rock into his touch, wanting more of him.

At the same time, the alarms are going off in my head, telling me to get as far away from him as possible. And like the dumb bitch I am, I run toward the red flags like a damn bull.