Page 41 of Scorned Beauty

Sloane caught my eyes across the room. I grinned. I hadn’t been planning on kissing her at midnight because I wanted to keep an eye on Luca. But now I was free.

Me

Want to watch the ball drop in the Lava room?

She glanced at her phone and texted back.

Firecat

You’re free now?

Yeah, Luca went home to be with Elias.

Aww…

My eyes scanned the room, making sure Ma wasn’t looking for me. Sloane excused herself. Bianca said something to her, but Sloane yelled something back and walked away. It was seven minutes to midnight. We walked parallel to each other. God, she was breathtaking. I couldn’t wait to wrap all that red hair around my fist. She was wearing that black dress the night I behaved like a jealous boyfriend. I didn’t dwell too much on my reaction. I was possessive of her. End of. I wasn’t sure where our affair was heading. I’d take the mind-blowing sex for now. Plus, that husky voice of hers got me hard in an instant and it also had the powerto lull me into a deep, dreamless sleep. I slept better when I was with her and woke up refreshed.

I didn’t see myself giving up Sloane anytime soon.

“Dom,” a low voice spoke in front of me while I was busy looking to my left, fantasizing about the ways I would bend Sloane like a pretzel.

Shit. Sandro. Tommy was standing right beside him.

“Where are you going?” he asked. “It’s almost midnight.”

Instead of answering him, I stopped a server handing out champagne. “Where are your drinks, man?” I handed them each a flute. I didn’t need one for myself because I had a bottle chilling in the Lava room.

“Go.” I pushed them toward Bianca and Divina. “Enjoy the evening with your wives.”

“I saw Luca…” Sandro started.

“Later, man. Gotta check and make sure everything goes off without a hitch.”

Confetti, balloons, and streamers were set to fall at the stroke of midnight, but I didn’t really give a shit other than their release camouflaged our escape. As I reached the corridors that led to different rooms, the sound from the party receded. Most of the guests had already taken their places. I’d already done my host speech. The DJ and emcee were entertaining the crowd with a banging playlist. My job was done.

I caught a flash of black. I crossed the carpeted path connecting to the parallel hallway and slipped up to Sloane.

A vision of shapely legs and a short skirt made me salivate. I’d been semi-hard all night thinking about starting the new year buried inside her tight, warm pussy. Fuck me. I wanted to do filthy things to her.

She paused at the end of the hall beside a bank of elevators and peeked to where she was expecting me. I crept up behindher, snatched her around the waist, and clapped a palm over her mouth.

She squeaked.

I moved my other hand from her waist to grab a tit and squeezed. “Gotcha, baby.”

I hauled her towards the elevators. If anyone were viewing the CCTV, they would see me kidnapping Sloane and dragging her away, and maybe I’d earn my title as most eligible villain.

Once inside, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall.

“What are you doing?” she whispered into my mouth.

“I’ve been dying to be inside you all evening.” I punched the number for the floor above us. My hand snaked under her dress, straight for her hot soaked center, and plunged in. “You’re dripping all over my fingers, Firecat.”

The short ride interrupted my exploration, but the caveman in me wanted to dominate. When the doors slid open, I tossed her over my shoulder.

“Dom, what the…” She pounded my back.

My hand caressed her round ass.