Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have those hands on my body. To feel those well-manicured nails scrape across my skin. Making goosebumps rise along my flesh with each touch and teasing scrape of them against my skin.

Or maybe he would prefer to use a belt. The sharp, cool metal of the buckle being trailed over the tops of my breasts as he stared down at me. His cool green eyes growing dark as he watched me waiting for my every reaction.

It made me shiver, I had never been one of those girls that felt like she warranted that type of attention. There was just something about Spencer that made me feel like any time I spent with him would be something that I would never forget. Even if I wanted to.

Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know why I was feeling like this for a man I didn’t know. It was just so nice to be the full focus of someone’s attention. Nolan hadn’t looked at me the way this stranger did. Even when we were dating, he never looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole in the best ways possible. 

“Don’t apologize for sharing with me. I invited you to drink with me tonight. Besides, it’s helping to take my mind off my own family drama.” Spencer said and I opened my eyes, looking over at him. I thought that if I wasn’t looking at him for a moment, I might forget the way he was watching me. Or that maybe I would see that it was just a trick of the light.

He was still watching me with that same hungry gaze that was doing things to my libido that I had never experienced before. 

“Yeah, you said your dad wants you to settle down and find a wife?” I asked.

“If I’m to take over the thra-“ he paused, seeming to think over his words for just a moment. “If I’m to take over the family business then yes. I have to find a wife.

“Family business?”

Mafia. This guy had to be tied to the mafia. That was the only way that I could think to explain it. I mean family business, and then the fact that he owned a bar like this. Maybe he and his family were part of the dark underbelly of the city? Or maybe I had just been reading too many romance books to help me escape everything that Nolan and I had been going through. 

He was handsome enough to be on the cover of one of those books, though. I don’t think I had ever met someone that looked like him and I’d seen some of the hottest guys come into Glenda’s store with their women. 

Just thinking about being a kept woman like they were kind of excited me. I’d always been so independent that the thought of letting someone else take control of everything including what I wore daily, sounded like a dream. Just not having to worry about anything but keeping the man I was with happy. It sounded perfect.

“Yeah, family business. He thinks by taking a wife that I’ll be less likely to run it all to the ground. So now I need to find one.” His eyes swept down the length of me and I shifted in my seat. Pressing my back against the leather seat cushion behind me. It was like I could feel his touch on my body even though he hadn’t moved. “Or maybe I already have. She just didn’t have the right husband yet.”

***Spencer POV***

“Or maybe I already have. She just didn’t have the right husband yet.” I watched Andreena closely as I spoke. The scent of her arousal had steadily been growing thicker in the air the more that she and I talked. 

It had my beast on edge and so close to the surface. I wanted to kick everyone out of the bar, to pull her into my arms and take her on top of this table. To strip her down bare for my eyes only because there was no way that I was ever going to let another man look at what was mine ever again.

Her husband had to be a fool to let this woman go. Her curves, what little I had seen of them made me want to see the rest of her. To feel the swell of her breasts pressed up against my chest as I took my time teasing and tasting her lips until they were swollen from my biting kisses. 

I wanted to feel her thick hips in my hands, to feel the softness of her body pressed against mine. To see the way that she would moan into my kiss as I ground my hard cock against her pretty little pussy before I buried myself inside of her. I wanted there to be no doubts in Andreena’s mind that she belonged to me.

That the one that I craved was her. 

I wanted to chase all those shadows from her eyes. To make her forget about that weakling she had called a husband and the betrayal that her sister had put her through. They were never going to hurt her again. I would make sure of it. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, swallowing hard. 

I tilted my head down, closing my eyes as I tried to get control over my dragon. My need for her was growing stronger the longer that I was around her. 

“You want to forget about him, don’t you?” I asked, opening my eyes and dragging my tongue over my lower lip. “I can help you with that. I have a need for a wife, you’ve already proven that you can do that.”

“Yeah, but that need would be for more than just one night.” Andreena looked away from me, squirming in her seat. “You want a wife to settle down with and I’m, I’m married.”