Leaning down he whispers, "what no finale to the show? That was quite a sexy performance you and your friend put on. Why don't we go somewhere more private to finish it out? No need to be a tease." He pulls on my arms as he leads me away from the dance floor towards the exit.
"Let me go," I say as I try jerking back once again.
"You look like you know your way around a man's dick, so stop being such a prude." I pull my foot up and slam my heel into his foot making him jump back.
"You bitch!" He roars as he straightens. He steps toward me just as someone storms past from behind me, grabbing the man by his throat, pushing him through the crowd and against the back wall. I know who it is before I see his face. I rush to his side and grab a hold of his arm. Looking at the man I can see he is starting to turn a shade of purple but Nicoli doesn't take notice. The man at the wall mutters something but I can't make out what it is. "She belongs to me, and if you so much as think about touching her again I will gut you right here against this wall." Nicoli growls at the much smaller man against the wall. His arm muscles flex as his hand tightens around the man's neck.
"You have five seconds to leave this fucking club before you don’t get to leave." His voice drops to a deadly tone. With wide eyes, the man barely manages to nod his head as best he can. Nicoli releases him as he drops to the ground grasping his throat, gasping for air. He looks up at Nicoli before scrambling away towards the door. I don’t miss the nod Nicoli gives to a man standing at the door, before he turns to go, following the terrified man out the door.
My hand still on his arm, I can see he is breathing heavily. I go to move my hand off his arm when he grabs it and spins me, pinning me against the wall where he had just held that man. Placing both hands on the wall he traps me between his arms. I inhale sharply surprised by the action and our close proximity. I can feel his minty breath against my cheeks. Neither of us say anything as he tries to calm himself down. Trying to hold still I stare at him a little wide eyed. When his breath evens out he looks up slowly eyeing my curves as he goes.
"Are you trying to provoke me Liliana?" He asks in a tortured voice.
"I didn't intend to dance with him, he just came up and was trying to get handsy. I didn't egg it on." I grumble.
He chuckles. "That is not what I am referring to." He says as he looks down at my dress as he fingers the lace up cords between my breasts. "Your little show," he cocks an eyebrow, "and this dress." He drops the strings and trails his thumb down my sides along my curves to my bare thigh. "I thought yesterday would have put a stop to this little rebellious attitude of yours. I can see it hasn't though, I guess I was too soft on you yesterday at having not punished you for acting out. I should bend you over and spank your ass for allowing every man in here to see what's mine, for giving them all a show that should only be for me." His silver eyes darken a shade at the thought. Rather liking the idea of what he said.
Something draws me to him, as if a string is attached to me pulling me forward, I push off the wall slightly so my body becomes flush with his. A low growl reverberates from his throat as he pushes me flat against the wall pinning me back with his in return. I can feel him straining in his pants against my abdomen and my body aches for more.
"You keep saying I am yours, so prove it, prove that you want me." I challenge looking up at him through my lashes, needing to know if he has this same pull I do, or if I am merely just a possession to him like I was to my father. He watches me unmoving as I wet my lips, his eyes dart to them and the motion. Without warning, he smashes his lips into mine. I am stunned by his sudden act, taking a moment to shake off the slight surprise before I find myself moving my lips with his.
He hungrily pushes back against mine in a punishing declaration of need. I am suddenly very grateful this isn't my first kiss. Grateful for having some experience, little as that may be as I move my lips with his while they demand control over me.
Without thinking my hands move up to his head. Threading my fingers into his hair I keep him against me, afraid he will pull back at any moment. His tongue swipes roughly over my bottom lip, demanding access. When I don't immediately give in he bites down, hard enough to cause me to gasp. He doesn't hesitate as he slips his tongue through my parted lips. I'm greeted by the warmth of his tongue as I now taste the cool peppermint I had smelt moments before. I feel his rough hands grip my bare skin where my dress ends high on my thighs.
