So caught up in my own need I don't realize he has stopped kissing me. His hands now clenched, holding tightly to the bottom of my dress. He pulls away from my lips and braces his forehead against mine as he steadies his ragged breathing.
Disappointed settles inside of me at his sudden rejection. Did I do something wrong?
"You have no idea how badly I have wanted to taste you throughout these years." I'm stunned silent by his words as I only stand there staring up at him. Slowly he starts to pull away from me. Feeling the shock of the cool air rush through the now open space between our bodies, I remember where we are as the world comes back into focus around us.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" Gianna yells as she closes the rest of the distance between us. She places her hand on Nicoli's arm to pull it off me. When he turns his head lazily to look at her.
"And why would I do that?" He asks in a curious tone. She stands there, eyes narrowed at him. After a moment of staring, she notices this isn't the man who interrupted us dancing earlier.
Taking note of his attire she asks, "Nicoli Black I presume?"
He doesn't acknowledge her question as he looks back at me. Ignoring Gianna, he grabs my hand. "Come, we are leaving." He begins pulling me past Gianna and towards the door. She moves past us and stops right in his way, planting her hands on her hips.
"She isn't going anywhere with you, let her go."
"I can see you are protective of her and while it is commendable I don't suggest ordering me around in any way. I will let it pass this one time, but do not do it again." His voice holds authority, while his eyes shine with intensity. "She is coming with me as we have things to discuss."
Clearly not convinced Gianna looks up at me and I give her a slight nod and mouth, it's ok. Reluctantly she steps aside as he goes to pass she gives me a quick hug and whispers, "be careful and call me when you're home. If I don't get a call I'm calling everyone and telling them the NY Familia boss lord kidnapped you!"
"Gianna!" I exclaim as I swat her arm. "I promise I'll call you. Will you be okay getting home?"
"Yes I will. I'm going to hang out for a few more minutes then I'll have my guards take me home. Happy birthday babe. I love you." She kisses my cheek and I turn to walk up to Nicoli. Once next to him he startles me by grabbing my hand before he leads me out of the club and to his car. Instead of the SUV he shoved me in yesterday there is a blacked out Audi R8.
Wow.
"This is your car?" I mutter a little wistful. Looking up at me he grins. Apparently pleased at my approval of car choice.
"Yes, it was this or the bike, and something tells me you aren't ready for that." He taunts, unlocking the door and opening the car for me. He holds my hand as he helps me get in. Closing the door once I'm settled in, he walks to his side and gets in. The car rumbles to life as he starts it. Without even driving you can feel the power pouring off the engine.
Much like you can Nicoli. How fitting. We drive in silence as I look out the window. My mind filled with all sorts of questions and thoughts. Wondering what is going to happen next.
Will he take me to New York now? Will we get married, or have an actual wedding for that matter? Will I ever see my home or Gianna again? Trying to shake away all of the unanswered questions I notice we are driving along the coast.
"Where are we going?" I inquire. He briefly turns and looks at me.
"You'll see." He focuses on the road again as I take a moment to look at him through his profile. Being alone with him, though you can still feel the authority he puts off, he doesn't seem as hard or as calloused. While his attention is diverted I look him over. His hair is still messed up from my hands being in it earlier but it doesn't look bad. It’s a good inch or two long on the top and while it is not cut very short on the sides it is trimmed down compared to the length at the top. It's dark black and looks soft to the touch.
It is soft. I flush thinking back to touching it at the club. He has a strong jawline with sharp angles down to his chin. Covered with facial hair that is trimmed neatly, a perfect line leading along his jaw and around his lips. He is wearing another all-black suit. I wonder if he is worried someone might happen to recognize him here. My eyes roam down his arms, you can see his muscles straining against the fabric of his jacket. My fingers reach out to touch them, before realizing what I am doing. I sit back in my seat looking forward. My mind goes back to the man at the club before I ask. “Did you kill him?”
“What?” Sounding confused he glances at me.
“That man at the club, as he left I saw you give one of your men a nod before he followed him outside.”
He glances at me to gauge my reaction. “Yes. Had I not intervened he would have dragged you out into the alley and raped you.” His knuckles tighten on the wheel. I know what he is saying
