Song- Lethal Woman, Dove Cameron.
As we head to the bar, I keep a protective arm around Zara. She took my breath away with her beauty tonight. The fact that every man in here has spotted her makes me murderous, but I know she is only mine.
“Your usual, sir?” Candy asks, fluttering her eyelashes at me. She completely ignores Zara standing beside me.
‘Only if you’d like to take my girl’s order.’ I raise my eyebrows at her.
She quickly shifts her attention to Zara, a forced smile on her face.
“Oh, of course, sorry.” Her cheeks flush.
My hand finds its way to rest on Zara’s ass, her obvious irritation becomes apparent.
“Champagne, please.” Zara turns her attention back to me with a tight smile.
“I’ll bring them over.”
Nodding, I guide Zara to our table in the center of the room, my hand lightly resting on the small of her back.
It’s easy for me to spot the two cops we have here tonight, propped up in the corner of the room. Their eyes have been on me from the second we walked in. Tonight is a statement. Firstly, that Zara is mine. Secondly, no matter how close they think they can get to me, I’ll always be the one in control.
Candy returns with our drinks and I feel Zara tense against me as the woman’s fingers lightly graze the front of my hand. Zara seems to be far too concerned with her presence to have even noticed her colleagues.
Her reaction will tell me everything I need to know about her.
“Can I get you anything else?” Candy purrs at me.
“No, thank you,” I reply flatly and take a sip of my drink, not taking my eyes off my beautiful girl. Which gives Candy the hint she has been dismissed.
“So, do you come here often?” Zara asks, keeping her tone cool and looking anywhere but at me.
‘Less so recently,’ I respond, fighting back a smile.
I have absolutely zero interest in anyone else. In fact, even these half-naked women strolling around haven’t caught my attention.
Only the woman next to me does that.
As Lexie and Rae approach our table, she takes a step closer to me.
“Good evening, girls,” I greet them with a smile.
“Sir,” they say in unison, bowing their heads to me.
I lace my fingers through Zara’s and her nails dig into my flesh.
“Would you like us tonight?” Lexi asks, fluttering her lashes at me.
“No. I’m here for a meeting.”
Zara drops her hand from mine and I snatch it back. Rae props herself up on the barstool and purposely pushes her breasts out further and pouts at me.
“You might need us after?” she whispers.
I chuckle in response. Zara’s throat clears audibly next to me, and the girls’ eyes dart in her direction.
“I’m Zara. Nice to meet you.” She cuts me off and smiles at them.
Anticipation fills the air as they await my reaction to Zara’s interruption.
I tug her into my side and squeeze her ass. She picks up her glass and knocks back the contents before looking up and glaring at me.
Startled by my actions, the girls gasp and begin whispering to each other while I dig my fingers into her buttocks.
Sensing her flinch, I lean down and softly whisper in her ear. “Something the matter, angel?”
Suppressing my laughter, I clench my teeth and bite down on my tongue, watching her face turn red with fury.
“Are you going to let her talk to you like that?” Lexie asks. I hold a finger up to silence her noise.
“What do you think?” Zara angrily whispers back.
“Are you worried?” Using my thumb, I tilt her chin upward. “Eyes on me, dolcezza.”
“You’re mine, remember,” she says, loud enough for the girls to hear.
The intensity of her anger is evident in the way her eyes flash, prompting me to lean forward and kiss her. She tries to deny me, so I thrust my fingers in her hair and pull her flush against me so she can feel my raging hard on pressing against her.
She melts against my touch, and I keep kissing her, showing her she’s right. And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, Zara claiming me as hers.
“Does that show you?” I grab her hand and run it along my dick, and her face flushes.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, before softly nipping at her.
“You girls can go now. You won’t be required. Ever.” Her voice carries loud enough to be heard over the pulsing of the music.
I nibble on the lobe of her ear. “You’re going to enjoy the reward you’ve just earned yourself, baby.”
As she pulls my hair, her intense gaze locks onto mine, the fire in her eyes searing into my soul. “Touch another woman, I will cut your dick off and make you eat it. Do I make myself clear, sir?”
Having done that to a man, very recently, I can confirm, I want to keep my manhood very much connected to my body. “You wouldn’t. You enjoy it far too much.”
Her head tilts and a mischievous grin spreads across her beautiful face. “You have plenty of other uses besides that. I’ll survive.” The tip of her pink tongue wiggles between her deep red lips, teasingly.
Just as she is about to speak again, I seize her by the back of her neck. “Mine will be the only dick that you will have for the rest of your life.” I growl, sliding my hand underneath her dress, letting her juices coat my fingers. “You think anyone else could make you feel like this?”
With a shake of her head, she releases a gentle, breathy moan.
“Do you want to come?”
A tinge of panic clouds her features. I firmly push her face back towards me.
“Y-yes.” Her heaving chest tinges red with a blush.
“In front of all these people? Will you give in to me?” I want to test her, see how far she is truly willing to go for me, how much she trusts me.
“Anywhere,” she pants.
“Hmm.” I slide a finger in and she nudges open her legs, giving me better access. “Such a temptress,” I mutter against her neck.
“Oh, Frankie,” she moans, resting her head against my shoulder.
“Soak my fingers, angel. Show me how wet you are for me.”
Everyone is probably watching us right now. This is not something I’d usually entertain, preferring private rooms only. I have nothing to prove to anyone. Well, that is, until Zara.
Enzo clears his throat behind me. I tug her flush against my front and turn my back to him.
“Come for me,” I whisper into her ear.
She trembles against me with her jaw clenched.
“Bite my neck, I’ll let you save those screams for when it’s just us, dolcezza.” I bend down so her teeth can sink into me as I twist my fingers inside her. She shudders against me. I brush her silky hair away from her cheek and place a kiss there.
“Good girl.” I slide my hand out and when she looks up at me with her blush, wild eyes and a gorgeous smile, my heart almost stops.
“I think someone wants to speak to you,” she whispers, without a hint of embarrassment.
“Us. Baby. They’ll be speaking to ‘us’,” I correct her.
With my hand resting on her lower back, I swallow my drink in one gulp, but it fails to quench the fire inside me. I want her so fucking much.
I turn to Enzo, who has his usual unamused look on his face.
“Enzo, meet Zara.”
His eyes narrow. “Miss O’Reilly,” he greets her, purposely using her last name.
“Mr. Testa. Pleasure. Nice place you have here.” She gives a broad smile as she holds her hand out to him.
Enzo keeps his face expressionless, but his body goes rigid. I can tell he’s impressed. I can’t keep the amused grin off my lips.
There are only a few of us who know his real last name. How the hell she found that out, I don’t know. I’ve never doubted her intelligence. This should prove to him that she deserves her place here.
He brushes his dark hair back and loosens his shoulders. “Our guests have arrived. I have business to attend to. I’ll leave it in your capable hands. Jax and Kai are in one of the rooms to keep an eye on things.”
The cops wouldn’t be stupid enough to pull anything in here. Not unless they have a death wish. I cast a glance over to them, both of them are looking at us, sipping their liquor.
“Have a good night,” Enzo says, turning his back and leaving.
Zara places her warm palm lightly on my arm. “I need the ladies’ room. Where is it?”
“Just the other side of the bar. Don’t be long,” I whisper in her ear. It’s hard not to fixate on her ass as she walks away.
When she’s nearly to the door, she stops and looks at Alex, then continues into the restroom.