Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
He gets to his feet, leaving his empty glass at the table by his booth, and despite Annie’s objections, he makes his way to me. He keeps it casual, taking his damn time as though he’s not dying to get his hands on me, not desperate to feel my skin beneath his palm.
That wicked stare never leaves mine, and with every step he takes, the tension grows between us until it becomes almost impossible to breathe.
Butterflies soar through the pit of my stomach, but I shrug them off, pretending they don’t exist as I casually sip my drink. But nothing gets by Caesar. He knows I’m nervous, just as I know he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about this since the moment he invited me here.
Caesar eats up the space between us, and I can’t help but notice just how much he holds back when Zeph is around. Here at Vixen, he doesn’t need to hide the lust he feels for me, doesn’t need to hold back his desires, and damn it, it’s clear that I haven’t even begun to experience the full force of what this man has to offer.
He’s intense in the best way, and even before he’s touched me, I’m melting into a puddle of overwhelming need.
Caesar finally reaches me, and the second his hand slides across my lower back, an intense wave of possessiveness comes over me. Only it’s not coming from me. It’s the energy he’s giving me. He’s claiming me with just one subtle touch, making sure that I know without a doubt that when I am here in this club, everything I am belongs to him. But I wouldn’t have it any other way because no other man would be able to make me come alive the way he can.
“Hellcat,” he rumbles in a deep tone, his dark gaze holding me hostage.
“So nice of you to join me,” I murmur, lifting my drink to my lips, only Caesar takes it right out of my hand and lifts it to his instead.
He throws back what’s left before slamming it down on the bar, not daring to steal his stare away from mine for even a second. “Come. Now.”
I smile and casually get to my feet as though I have all the time in the world, slipping my purse off the bar as I go. I step right into him, my hand falling to his wide chest as I gaze up into his dark eyes, and as his strong arm curls around me, I’ve never felt so at home.
He goes to lead me away when a flash of red cuts through my vision, and I notice Annie move into Caesar’s other side. “Caesar, honey. There’s nothing here for you,” the woman purrs. “She’s too young. Too inexperienced. Why don’t we head into a private room? I’m feeling a little . . . fetish tonight.”
Caesar shrugs her off. He doesn’t even dignify her with a response before he’s leading me away, and as we walk around the back of the bar to where there are a few less prying eyes, I hear Annie’s gasp of frustration.
I can’t help but feel for her. If a man like Caesar so quickly shrugged me off as someone not even worthy of a response, I think I would crumble right where I stood. It would devastate me to not even be noticed by this man. Being rejected by Caesar Di Rozé couldn’t possibly end well. It would be the type of pain that leaves long-lasting scars.
We come to a more private area of the VIP floor where the room has been arranged to offer intimacy. It’s like a little maze of areas to weave in and out of, some with loveseats, others with low benches to occupy larger parties.
We wander past a woman entertaining three men, and with every step we take, I find my gaze glued to them. “Is that what you want?” Caesar questions.
I shake my head. “I’ve participated in more than my fair share of group projects, but they generally fall flat for me,” I admit before pointedly looking back at the woman. “That, though, that doesn’t look anything at all like how my group projects went. She’s sensual, and the men . . . I don’t know. It’s as though they don’t even care about their own pleasure.”
“It’s all about her,” Caesar tells me. “But that’s what you get when dealing with men opposed to college frat boys who don’t know the first thing about pleasing a woman.”
“Really now?”
“Mm-hmm,” he rumbles, leading me toward a private area with dim lighting. “Just say the word, hellcat. If you wish to have your body thoroughly ravished by three men who only care about your experience, I can set it up. And believe me, what that woman is currently experiencing will be nothing compared to how you would feel.”