Chapter 27 Little Red Dress #2
“Here I thought I’d be taking eyes out,” Leo murmurs against my ear.
His hand slips over my dress, moving up to trace over the seam along my back.
I look up, catching him roaming his eyes down my body. I smirk, tilting my head back more as he starts to kiss my neck. His arm wraps around me protectively as he continues.
The nerves along my spine start to dissipate, distracted by Leo and his touch.
As I look up, I see someone on the third floor leaning on the glass railing.
He’s dressed in a jacket, glimmering in the light that streaks over the space.
A glass of something dangles from his hand, cocking his head as I realize he’s watching us.
Vincenzo.
A flash of the past hits me. Remembering Rossi sending people to dance cages. Gabriel locking his top office. DeLuca sitting in his VIP sections, making people do disgusting things on the floor. Vincenzo’s clearly no different. His club layout speaks for itself.
Classic theater—balconies and boxes above for the wealthy and powerful, while the ground floor is for the commoners.
I was right. He’s going to make us wait. Prove that he’s the one in charge here.
A couple women approach Vincenzo as the music changes, lights shifting to become bluer with red lasers piercing the haze. Vincenzo turns his attention to them, already ignoring us.
Showtime.
I grab Leo’s hand, meeting his gaze as I tug him towards the dancing crowd.
He gestures for Rudy to stay, following as he comes in close before anyone bumps into me.
My heartbeat jumps into my throat as we enter the thrall.
I turn towards him, draping my arms over his shoulders as his hands grasp my waist.
“Check in,” he says into my ear, battling the noise of the nightclub.
“Green.” I press my body against him, breath shaky. “Just don’t let go.”
My hips gyrate against his as the space fills with more fog.
The club music vibrates through me as Leo’s hand moves along my curves.
He turns me around, keeping my arms up and around his neck as his hand slides up between my breasts and lands upon my throat like a necklace.
He applies light pressure, grinding his hips against my ass.
The music changes to something deeper and slower. Leo’s head dips down next to mine as I bend my body, rolling my hips with his to the beat. I tilt my head back, drowning myself in the music as I catch sight of Vincenzo again.
He’s no longer focused on the women sidling up to him, but instead watching us through the chaos.
The sensual music helps as I turn my attention back to Leo, losing myself to the heat of dancing.
I turn in Leo’s arms, making my body flush with his as he grabs my ass.
My breath hitches, body tensing as I feel my dress ride further up almost showing the bottom of my ass.
Leo’s forehead comes down to mine, and in the mixture of bright colors and haze, his eyes meet mine like a lighthouse in a storm.
I can’t hear him but can read his lips. You’re safe.
We dance closer, hips rolling together with the melodic bass.
Leo’s hands slide over my body, fingers tracing my skin as I drown out the rest of the club.
I can ignore the smells of smoke and alcohol permeating the air.
I can ignore shouts, people dancing and grinding like us.
Although it’s an act to make us seem unworried with Vincenzo, focusing on ourselves than him, I’m finding myself forgetting Vincenzo completely as we practically fuck on the floor with multiple other couples.
Muscles clench, shuddering whenever I feel the outline of Leo’s cock against my hips.
Body tingling, I roll my body against his as the heat of him encases me.
His hot breath falls over my skin as he turns me around, tugging me completely against him.
Breathing heavy, I flick my gaze up again. Vincenzo’s gone.
I grab Leo’s hand, holding them on my hips as I move, feeling his hardening cock against my ass. Oh, fuck. Leo groans against my neck, kissing the sweat that’s begun to form.
Quickly, Leo spins me to face him again and crashes his mouth against mine.
Neither of us caring where we are or what we’re doing.
He clutches me, kissing me fervently on the dancefloor as people shriek and sing horribly to the music.
Shivers wreck my body as his hips grind against mine.
Arousal floods me, surprising me almost. I melt against him, gripping his hips as I pull him to me.
We both groan as his half-erect cock in his pants presses against my body.
For a second, we’re like any other couple here. Just two people frantic for the other.
It feels over too soon, when Leo rips his head away.
He practically snarls at a bouncer who’s approached us with Rudy, who keeps the other guy back from Leo.
The muscled man flinches as Leo puts a protective arm around me.
I can’t hear them as they speak, and the bouncer points above.
We’re led off the dancefloor, Rudy not far behind and Michael appears from the crowd.
My legs are shaky, heartbeat racing as we’re led to a private elevator with walls of velvet.
The bouncer says something in Italian, nodding for us four to get on.
We stand behind Rudy and Michael as the doors close, Leo’s hand caressing the top of my ass while I bite back a groan. My plan worked, but now I’m horny, and we still have to deal with a mafia boss.
Son of a—