King of Wrath: from the bestselling author of the Twisted series (Kings of Sin)

13. Dante

“Asian share markets have risen, and Dow futures are up, but the risk appetite…”

I tuned Dominic out.

He was a markets savant who’d turned his fledgling company into a Wall Street powerhouse in less than two decades. I respected him, and I listened to anything he had to say regarding stocks, money, and finance.

Except for tonight.

My jaw tightened when another silvery peal of laughter floated over from the bar.

Vivian had been talking to Kai for the past seven minutes. Not just talking—she was smiling and laughing like he was an award-winning comedian when I knew for a fact he wasn’t that damn funny.

Irritation pierced my chest when she leaned closer to show him her phone. He said something, and she laughed again.

She’d never laughed that much with me, and I was her goddamned fiancé.

“Let’s finish this over lunch.” I cut Dominic off before he could go into detail about the impact of the Federal Reserve’s latest announcement. “I have to talk to Vivian.”

He took the interruption in stride. “I’ll have my assistant set something up.”

I was already halfway across the room before the last word left his mouth.

“Sorry that took so long.” I rested my hand on Vivian’s bare back and pinned Kai with a hard stare. “Thank you for keeping myfiancée company while I spoke with Dom, but I’m afraid I have to steal her away.” I placed a small emphasis on the word fiancée. “I haven’t had a chance to give her a proper tour of the club yet.”

“Of course.” Kai stood, the picture of British politeness. A whisper of mirth lurked at the corners of his mouth. “Vivian, it was a pleasure, as always. Dante, I’ll see you around, I’m sure.”

As always? What did he mean, as always?

“Next time you want to mark your ‘territory,’ you might as well urinate in a circle around me,” Vivian said after Kai left. “It’ll be more subtle.”

“I was not ‘marking my territory.’” The idea was absurd. I wasn’t a fucking dog. “I was saving you from Kai. Be careful around him. He’s not as gentlemanly as he appears.”

“Compared to you, who bulldozed into the middle of our conversation like a bull in a china shop?”

“Subtlety is overrated.”

“For you? Definitely.” Vivian rose, her dress shimmering like stars painted on her curves.

My entire body tightened.

That fucking dress.The sight of her appearing in the foyer, all red lips, smooth skin, and nude lace, was forever ingrained in my memory, and I hated her for it.

“I believe you offered a tour of the club?” She raised one elegant dark brow. “That’s why you sent Kai away, is it not?”

I offered a thin smile in response and held out my arm. She took it.

“What were you and Kai talking about?” I ignored the guests trying to catch my attention on our way out the door.

I’d reached my small talk quota for the night.

“Andromeda. The constellation,” Vivian clarified. She gestured at the hyper-realistic projection splashed across the glass dome. Different constellations twinkled down at us, including Andromeda.

The projection was scientifically inaccurate since many of the constellations depicted wouldn’t appear together in the same place, but fantasy trumped reality at Valhalla.

“Kai’s a fan of Greek mythology, and our discussion about Andromeda the myth turned into one about astronomy.”

“Kai pretends to like Greek mythology to pick up women,” I said stiffly. I led her out of the ballroom and toward the main staircase. “Don’t be fooled.”

I didn’t know if it was true, but it could be true. I wouldn’t be doing my due diligence if I didn’t share the possibility with Vivian, would I?

“Good to know.” Vivian looked like she was holding back a laugh. “There’s no bigger turn-on for a woman than the story of another woman being chained to a rock as a sacrifice.”

The echo of her sarcasm faded into silence as we took the stairs to the second floor.

I pointed out the Parisian-style lounge, the billiards room, and the beauty room, but my attention was split between the tour and the woman beside me.

I’d walked the halls of Valhalla countless times, but every interaction with Vivian was like our first. I noticed something new about her every day—the tiny beauty mark above her upper lip, the way she slid her pendant along its chain when she was uncomfortable, and the mildly crooked slant of her smile when she was genuinely amused.

It was infuriating. I didn’t want to notice these things about her, yet I inadvertently hoarded them the way dragons hoarded jewels.

“Our last stop of the night.” I halted in front of a pair of huge wooden doors.

They opened without a sound, but Vivian’s sharp inhale was audible.

Every chapter of the Valhalla Club possessed a unique element that set it apart. Cape Town was known for its wraparound aquarium, Tokyo for its three-hundred-sixty-degree views from atop one of the city’s highest buildings. New York had its helipad and secret underground tunnel system.

But the library was the heart and soul of almost every branch. It was where deals were brokered, confidences shared, and alliances forged or broken.

Tonight, for once, it was empty.

“Wow.” Vivian’s reverent whisper drifted through the still air as we stepped inside.

I closed the doors behind us, cocooning us in hushed silence.

Thousands of books stretched up and across three walls toward the cathedral ceiling like a leather-bound forest complete with rolling ladders and wooden handrails. Five larger-than-life stained-glass windows stood sentry over assorted seating areas and desks lit with vintage brass and emerald lamps. The ceiling itself was carved with the house crests of the club’s founding families, including the distinctive twin Russo dragons.

“This place is incredible.” Vivian brushed her fingers over an antique globe.

A small smile touched my mouth.

Vivian grew up in a world of wealth and fancy galas similar to tonight’s. Most people in her position would rather eat glass than express visible awe over something as common as a nice library, but she was never afraid to show how much she enjoyed something, whether it was one of Greta’s home-cooked meals or a globe from the nineteenth century.

It was one of my favorite things about her, even though I shouldn’t have a favorite anything about her.

She was still the daughter of the enemy.

But in that moment, I found it hard to care.

“There’s an entire astronomy section on the second level.” I leaned my shoulder against the wall and tucked a hand in my pocket, watching her examine an oil painting of Venice. “Coincidentally, it’s right next to the mythology section.”

“Yes,” she murmured, sounding distracted. “Kai mentioned it.”

Annoyance flared, sudden and incomprehensible, in my chest. “Did he? What else did you talk about?”

“Not this again.” She dropped her hand from a bronze statuette of Athena and faced me, exasperation scrawled all over her features. “We talked about normal things. Work, the weather, the news. Why are you so hung up on our conversation?”

“I’m not hung up,” I said. “I’m simply curious as to what he said that was so funny. The last time I checked, neither work, the weather, nor the news is particularly hilarious.”

Vivian examined me for a moment before the soft glow of amusement filled her eyes. “Dante Russo, are you…jealous?”

A soft growl rumbled through my chest. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Maybe.” She tilted her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders in a cloud of raven silk. “I wouldn’t blame you if you were. Nothing is going on between me and Kai, but he’s quite handsome. And that accent. There’s something about a British accent that just does it for me. I blame it on…”

Vivian faltered when I pushed off the wall and walked toward her, my steps slow and methodical.

“My obsession with…”

She inched back, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced with equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

“Pride and Prejudice when I was younger,” she finished breathlessly.

Her back hit one of the bookshelves.

I stopped a hair’s breadth away from her, so close the beads of her dress grazed the front of my suit.

“Are you baiting me, mia cara?” A dangerous edge ran beneath the soft inquiry.

I hated the sound of Kai’s name on her tongue.

I hated the way she laughed so easily in his presence.

And I hated how much I cared about either of those things.

Vivian’s throat rippled with a swallow. “Simply making an observation.”

The library’s hushed silence buckled beneath the weight of the gathering tension. It hissed and sparked like crackles of electricity, barreling down my spine and lighting up my blood.

I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the movement gentle, almost tender before my hand skimmed down the side of her neck and curled around the back.

“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”

Vivian’s breathing shallowed, but a hint of fire returned to her voice when she spoke again. “I’m not yours. Our engagement is, as you’ve told me many times, just business. Or are you the one who’s forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten anything.” I grazed my knuckles up her bare thigh, inch by inch, until I hit the hem of her dress.

Her body drew taut, its heat a wild temptation that sank into my bones and urged me to close the remaining, infinitesimal space between us. To crush my mouth to hers and smear her perfect lipstick so thoroughly no one would doubt for a fucking second who she belonged to.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” I pushed my leg between her knees, nudging them apart.

Vivian opened her mouth, then closed it when my thumb traced a small circle over her soft skin. The flush on her cheeks spread to her neck and chest.

“Say it.” I trailed my fingers up her inner thigh in a lazy caress. My cock strained against my zipper, begging for attention, but I ignored it. “You can’t, can you?” I mocked.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Lust and defiance battled for dominance in her eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

My fingers brushed against drenched silk.

She grasped my shoulders, her nails digging into my back when I slid her underwear aside and rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit.

Her body jerked. Small trembles ran through her as her teeth dug deeper into her lip.

“I’m an asshole, yet you’re dripping all over my hand.” I kept my thumb on her clit while I slipped a finger inside her. “What does that say about you?”

I slid a second finger inside, filling her. Stretching her. Stroking and curling until I hit her most sensitive spot.

The trembles gave way to a full-body shudder. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she remained stubbornly silent.

“Answer me.” Command hardened my voice into steel.

Vivian shook her head.

“If you won’t say it, I will.” I slowly withdrew both fingers, then thrust them inside her again. “It says you’re mine. Puoi negarlo quanto vuoi, ma è la verità.”

“You don’t even like me,” she panted.

“Like has nothing to do with this.”

I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit until a gasping moan broke free. She bucked against my hand, forcing me deeper.

“That’s it.” My velvety murmur glided between us. “Give into it, sweetheart. Let me feel you come all over my hand.”

“Fuck you.”

I let out a soft laugh. “That’s the idea.”

Vivian put up a good fight, but her resistance gradually melted and she clutched my shoulders harder, grinding shamelessly against my hand while I increased my pace. Her little moans and pants mingled with the slick sounds of my fingers fucking her pussy, and soon, my fingers were soaked with her juices.

I didn’t touch my cock even though it was so fucking hard it ached. I was too enraptured by the sight of Vivian’s arousal—flushed cheeks, parted lips, heavy-lidded eyes.

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

My rhythm continued. In and out, faster and deeper, until she finally split apart with a sharp cry.

I kept my fingers inside her and pressed my thumb against her clit again, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm until her trembles subsided.

Only then did I withdraw my hand while she slumped against the bookcase, her chest heaving.

“Make no mistake, mia cara.” I grasped her chin and tilted it up. I pulled her bottom lip down with my thumb, letting her taste her own arousal. “This is business. And if there’s one thing I take seriously, it’s my investments.”