Chapter 16 #2
Luca shakes his head at Julian, fully knowing he’s lying, and lowers his head to my ear. “It seems you’ve pissed that guy off. You still have my number. Use it.” He leaves with Benny without waiting for my response.
“You’re such an asshole.” I scowl at Julian, fed up with his bullshit, and flip him off. “I’m leaving.”
“Stay,” he demands, tapping the space beside him. “We need to talk.”
“You’re right. We do.” I charge toward him, standing in front of the table. “What you did the night of the funeral was fucking rude.”
I catch a hint of Emilio smirking as he drags his phone from his pocket and pretends to pay attention to the screen.
Julian works his strong jaw. “What are you doing here, Genesis?”
“What are you doing here?” I chug the rest of my mojito. “I thought enemies couldn’t pass enemy lines without violence.”
Emilio shakes his head at my comment.
“The Marchettis and I are discussing business,” he replies. “Now, you answer my question.”
“Darcy and I came here to dance.” I rest my glass on the table.
He motions toward the space around us. “Dance for me then.”
I scoff. “Are you asking for a lap dance?”
“Are you offering one?”
“Uh, no .”
“That’s unfortunate.”
I turn to Emilio, holding out my hand. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Genesis?—”
“He knows who you are,” Julian says bitterly as Emilio shakes my hand. He shifts out of his suit jacket and rolls his sleeves up.
Emilio’s grip is loose, half-assed, as if he’s only doing it not to appear rude.
“If you don’t want to dance for me, let me take you home,” Julian offers.
“Hell no,” I say, stretching the word out. “Last time I got in a car with you, you tossed me out on the concrete like a discarded Crunchwrap Supreme wrapper.”
Swear to God, I hear a low chuckle from Emilio.
Anger prickles through me, and I harshly tap Emilio on the shoulder, feeling ballsier than I should.
“Do you mind letting me squeeze in here?” I ask him while my attention stays on Julian. “I need to have a little chitty-chat with your friend.”
Julian massages his temples, and Emilio slides out of the booth. He waits until I scoot toward Julian before sitting back down. Julian’s gaze burns into mine when I reach him, my thigh hitting his.
“What you did was rude,” I say, feeling like a broken record.
He cracks his neck. “Someone giving you a ride home isn’t rude.”
“Don’t act like you were some innocent Uber driver.” I shove my elbow into his side—a risky move—and turn to better face him. “You zip-freaking-tied and blindfolded me.”
“This conversation is growing boring.” He reaches across the table, slides my empty glass toward him, and collects an ice cube between his fingers.
“That night, I simply treated you like the pain in the ass you were being.” He flicks the ice cube toward me, and it smacks me in the face before falling into my lap.
It’s cold against my bare thigh, and I pick it up, tossing it onto the floor.
“You took me home because you were too chickenshit.” I dip my finger into the glass and drag out my own ice cube. “A man like you tries to act all big and bad, but we both know you can’t please a woman.”
“You’re going to regret challenging me.” Julian chuckles as he lowers his hand between my legs.
I whimper as he guides my legs farther apart.
He’s hardly touched me, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I grip the edge of the table, tipping my hips up, awaiting his next move.
If he’s messing with me, I’m finding a gun and shooting him with it.
Or a knife.
Or a bottle to smash over his head.
Something that’ll teach him a lesson.
I don’t think my sucker punch last time was punishment enough.
From the corner of my eye, I peer at Emilio when his phone rings. He answers the call, putting his hand over his free ear to block the club noise, and talks to whoever is on the other line.
Julian yanks on my ponytail and shifts me so I’m facing him with my back to Emilio. The ponytail violence was unnecessary, but he did it to prove a point.
That tonight, at this table, all my attention belongs to him.
My eyes feel almost watery as they stare into his, transfixed.
He teasingly runs two fingers along my thong string, and my body is ready to burst when he finally slips two fingers inside me.
Even though I’m wetter than that ice cube, his fingers are so thick that it’s a tight fit. He crosses my leg over his in such a skillful way that you’d think my legs were made of Jell-O.
I whimper his name and dig my fingers into his arm as he starts fingering me.
The air is suddenly hotter than it was on the dance floor. My mind is so focused on my pleasure that I can’t think of anything else.
Ask me what two plus two is, and I’m saying, Hot dog .
Julian groans, slightly breaking me from my trance, and I hear Emilio still on the phone. No longer caring if he’s watching, I ride Julian’s hand.
It’s not a shy ride either.
I ride him like it’ll give me the power to live forever.
Ten minutes ago, I was shy at the thought of giving Julian a lap dance in front of Emilio. Now, I’m letting Julian finger fuck me in front of him.
Julian makes me lose all my inhibitions.
He rolls his thumb over my clit, and— holy freaking shit.
If someone took a picture of me, it’d ruin my family’s reputation.
But right now, I couldn’t care less about reputations, or about what’s smart, or about how I’m putting my heart on the line. While this might mean just sex for Julian, my heart will for sure feel like it’s more.
Julian shoves his face into my hair and whispers, “You like it when my fingers are in your pussy, don’t you?”
I moan, not saying a word, and ride the high.
I’m so freaking close to an orgasm.
“Say it.” He drags me closer.
My thigh brushes against his, and my breathing hitches at the feel of his hard cock beneath his pants.
I peek over my shoulder, seeing Emilio now texting on his phone.
Julian curls his free hand around my jaw, forcing me to look back at him.
“He can see us,” I murmur, Julian stopping me from seeing if Emilio is watching.
“You don’t want to give him a show?” He releases my jaw. “I thought you loved attention, Genesis.”
His tone is daring, like he’s waiting for me to chicken out.
This man’s favorite hobby is murder and proving he holds all the power, all the time. It’s so easy for men to think that, and it proves how dumb they are.
He’s the one about to make me orgasm.
I haven’t even touched his cock or kissed him.
He fingers me faster, as if no longer having any other rational thoughts, like all that’s on his mind is pleasuring me.
I climb onto his lap, giving no fucks about PDA any longer. I do it to get closer to his cock, to rub against it, through his pants. I’m so wrapped up in the moment that I forget there’s a crowd around us.
So badly, I want to show Julian what he’s missing.
I don’t want him to ever forget this night, forget me .
I want to ruin him for any other woman.
This man will be mine someday.
My body fires up, pleasure rolling through me like a wave, and I grind on Julian’s hand. My heart beats so hard that I’m waiting for it to burst out of my chest and land in Julian’s lap.
I shut my eyes, biting into his shoulder, and moan out my orgasm.
I’m still controlling my breathing when he slips his fingers out of me.
“You don’t belong here,” he hisses in my ear. “Go back to your galas and fundraisers before you get yourself killed.”