Page 113 of The Silencer

“You’re a very good dancer,” I tell Viktor and then grab his hands and spin around, feeling like I’m flying. Perhaps there was something else in that green goddess drink. Something more than alcohol.

I have never felt this fearless before.

“Have you taken dancing lessons?” I ask as I shake my ass violently, but Viktor has stopped moving, his jaw tight as he stares over my shoulder, a flush moving up his cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs, and then I feel it.

Anthony. Right behind me.

His hands move around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice a murderous rage.

It only makes my dick perk up and my heart stutter.

“Dancing like a pro,” I reply, leaning my head back against his shoulder and grinding my ass back against his groin.

His fingers tighten on my waist and his voice cuts across to Viktor. “Where the fuck is Luca?”

“In the back,” Viktor says, and Anthony’s fingers flex against me.

“I’ll deal with you both later. I’m taking him home. Now.”

“But I don’t want to go,” I whine, but Anthony just spins me around and tilts my chin up. His eyes meet mine, and I see his gaze darken. He’s unhappy, angry. But even so, he leans down and kisses me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth, tasting me.

I moan into it, leaning my full weight into his body and clutching onto him.

But before I can get carried away, he’s pulling away and huffing under his breath.

“A green goddess? Really, Viktor. You should know better.”

Viktor remains silent as Anthony pulls me against him and nearly carries me outside. Teddy is in the driver’s seat of a black SUV, not even looking my way as Anthony shuffles me into the backseat and follows me in.

The door slams and Teddy peels out of the parking lot, a sense of urgency about his movements that I haven’t seen before.

Anthony reaches around me and buckles me in, and I lean into him, sniffing his masculine scent. I want to rub all over him, I want to be naked. Suddenly, the clothes I’m wearing are stifling.

“Not on your fucking life,” he murmurs when I start to try and undress. “You keep your clothes on. You’re not getting shit from me tonight.”

“Luca said it was safe,” I reply, nuzzling into him, the seatbelt cutting into my neck slightly as I lean against him.

“Not a fucking word about goddamn Luca. The fool.”

I sigh and then slip my fingers through the buttons of his shirt, stroking his chest, his warm skin. He sighs but doesn’t remove my hand from him. He may be angry, but he’s not over me.

Which is good news. I’m not ready for any of this to be over.

“Anthony, do you really own that club with Luca?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes.”

“Is it for rich people? If I wasn’t with you, I wouldn’t be allowed in, huh? That’s discrimination, you know?”

He huffs as I peer up at him.

“You shouldn’t have been there, not with Viktor and most certainly not with Luca. When you sober up, you’re getting a spanking.”

I groan and wiggle a little closer, the seatbelt now cutting into my arm. I want to crawl into his lap and grind.