Page 38 of Revenge
“What? No!” Dahlia tries to pivot and retreat, but I gently nudge her forward.
“She’s an incredible singer,” I explain. “Tell them what to play, bella, and they’ll play it.” I slipped the lead singer a tip earlier to make sure he treats her right.
“Um…” Dahlia flicks a glance at me, and I wink. “Can you play ‘Be My Baby’?”
The band strikes up the music, and Dahlia takes the microphone that the lead singer offers her. She sings.
Ten songs later, the place is rocking, and Dahlia’s the new star. I maintain a position below the stage, just in front of her. Her biggest fan and her keeper.
I ensure she’s supplied with water and daiquiris, and I drink in her talent. Her presence. Her poise. Her charisma.
She could be a star. Should already be one.
She’s incredible.
When she starts to slur and sway on her feet, I catch her hand and tug her off the stage and into my arms in a honeymoon carry.
“Let’s go back to the yacht, amore.”
She loops her arms around my neck and kisses my temple. “That was fun.”
“Was it?”
“Thank you.”
She sounds sincere, and it does something funny to my chest. Twists and tugs it.
“I take care of what’s mine,” I tell her.
She bites my ear. “So I’m yours?” She slides her tongue around the shell of my ear.
My dick gets rock hard.
“You’re definitely mine.”
If I were a real gentleman, I would not take advantage of her alcohol and fun-induced affection.
But I’m not a gentleman, and she’s my wife.
I’ve been blue-balled for three days now. I am dastardly enough to press my advantage. If I can seduce her now and gain her consent, nothing will stop me from fully claiming my wife.
“Why do you even want me?” she asks drunkenly. “I’m the daughter of your enemy. Shouldn’t you be repulsed by me?”
“Repulsed?” I give a mirthless laugh. “Hardly.” I carry her into the tender and settle her on my lap for the short boat ride to the yacht. “You forget how I made him my enemy.”
Her breasts are at eye level. I open my mouth and bite through the fabric of her dress.
She mewls and squirms on my lap. I narrow my bite and zero in on her nipple, nipping it through her clothing.
“You were attracted to me.” She says it with a tinge of wonder, like it hadn’t occurred to her.
I guess I’d forgotten it myself–the aftermath had blotted out the original experience. My life ruined over a kiss and a second-base grope.
“Mmm hmm.” I stroke my thumb along her throat. “You’re a beautiful woman. New York aristocracy. You should have been out of reach for a guy like me, but there you were, coming after me like you saw something you wanted.”
Dahlia pivots on my lap and shocks me by straddling my waist. I doubt it’s so she can grind over me–she probably just wants to look at my face, but that doesn’t stop me from yanking her core right over my hardened cock.
She instantly starts rocking on it. I don’t think she even knows what she’s doing, but her body understands exactly what’s going on.