Temptation On The Dance Floor

Luciano's point of view

"Just tell me what you want, Luciano, and I'll do it. But don't push me, baby."

Elena's voice slithered into my ear, attempting to be sultry and enticing, her dark green nails trailing along my arm.

I pushed her away, gripping her wrist firmly.

She was one of my flings, who didn't seem to understand the term 'finished.'

"You really don't get it when I say I'm done with you," I growled, my patience wearing thin. "Or do you want me to explain it the hard way?"

With that threat, I held my gun out, watching as the tears spilled down her cheeks, terror replacing the lust.

"Now leave," I ordered, and she scrambled away, leaving behind a tense silence that settled heavily in the room.

Once alone, I sank into my chair, lazily switching on the surveillance camera. After leaving Paisley, I decided to go to one of the clubs I owned, to unwind and take care of some business.

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation.

There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger.

She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination.

Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs.

She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling.

The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

Despite the dazzling exterior, I saw a flicker of sadness in her amber eyes, a darkness veiled by her smiling facade.

“So, she's the one,” Russo's voice broke through my thoughts. He sat on the edge of my desk, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. I glared at him, but he remained unfazed.

"She's beautiful," he commented. Before I could respond, he continued, "We have him."

I nodded, my mind now shifting toward the business at hand.

With my gun tucked away in the back of my pants, we exited the room, the tension simmering beneath the surface.

In the stark light of the underground room, I faced Henry, the man who had crossed a line.

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"No need for a long, boring explanation. In summary, you slapped her," Russo said, his voice dripping with boredom.

"Please let me go, Mr. Dela Lucchese," Henry Paisley cried out, his voice trembling.

"I'll let you go, Henry, but only if you give me one good reason why you raised your hand on a woman, Camila, to be precise?" I asked, my gaze unyielding.

"Sir, listen to me! She was late for the meeting, and that made you angry. And to top it all, her presentation was bad."

I chuckled darkly, shaking my head at his ignorance.

"You think I refused to help your company because of her? It's because of her that I considered helping your company. But your delinquent assistant ruined everything. Tell me, Henry, is this the first time you've laid a hand on her?"

His wide-eyed horror was telling. "Yes, sir, that's the first." He stuttered.

"There's something I detest, Henry," I said slowly, allowing the heavy silence to settle in.

"And that's being lied to. We'll try this again. Is this the first time you hurt her?"

"Seriously, it was, and I regret it," he stammered.

"Oh really? You regret it, and then you fired her? Out of everyone who gave a presentation, you chose her to blame," I seethed, landing a punch that echoed like a gunshot in the confined space.

"Do you want to deal with this one?" I glanced at Russo, who was already wearing a wicked smirk.

"You know I'll gladly do it, Don," he replied, eyes glinting with devilish intent.

With that, I descended into the club, seeking a drink and some semblance of comfort.

"Hey, man," Andrew greeted me, and I merely nodded, sinking into one of the couches where the rowdy sounds of celebration mingled with the seductive beats of the music.

The waitress, who took my order, was flirting shamelessly, batting her eyelashes and sticking her ass up, but I remained uninterested.

My mind was preoccupied with someone else, and her attempts at seduction fell flat.

Suddenly, Sandro, one of the guys, slurred drunkenly, "Woah! Who's that?"

I followed his gaze, blood rushing where it shouldn't as my eyes landed on her.

There she was, Camila, dancing to the music, oblivious to the eyes drawn to her.

My heart raced, and without a second thought, I made my way through the crowd before some nasty horny man got to her.

"Luciano!" Sandro shouted after me, but I ignored him, focused entirely on her figure.

Reaching where she danced, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her into my body, inhaling deeply her intoxicating coconut scent.

Her body froze at first contact, and I was determined to show her just how much I wanted her to keep moving.

"Don't stop, Gem," I urged, tracing my fingers down her bare arm. 

As she slowly moved her ass on my cock, my senses ignited with desire. I tilted my head back, biting back a curse.

My hands grasped her waist, attempting to steady her hips, but I couldn't tame the emotions and  raw thoughts that surged through me.

"Fuck it! Camila," I breathed, pulling her closer as she spun around to face me.

I got lost in her amber gaze, seeing behind her beauty the shadows of sadness that danced in her eyes.

"I'm furious at you, Mr. Dela Lucchese," she slurred, her frustration evident as she cupped my neck. "You made my boss slap me, and fire me."

"And how's that my fault, Gem?" I decided to play along, pulling her close so our bodies aligned.

As her hips met my aroused cock, I felt her body freeze. A frown creased her brow, and she slapped my chest.

"Why didn't you just tell me that you didn't like my presentation? If you had, I would've prepared a better one!"

Tears brimming in her eyes, she leaned her head against my chest, and I felt the weight of her sadness.

"It's because of you I lost my job," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"But don't worry, Mr. Dela Lucchese. Even though I lost my job because of you, I still find you," her voice hung in the air, her index finger tapping her cheek as if contemplating a brilliant idea.

"I still find you hot and sexy."

As she traced her finger down my arm, I felt the churning storm inside me, the darkness calling for release, tempting me to dive deeper into this dangerous dance of desire.

I wasn't sure what awaited us in the shadows, but I was drawn to her with a fierce intensity I wasn't sure I would be to resist for a long time.

"Camila," I called, a warning edge to my voice.

She giggled, a harmless sound that caused my cock to rise.

"You like what I'm doing?" She asked, her innocence laced with a seductive edge.

I wanted to fight the pull of my stubborn groin, but the urge to take care of her, to protect her from herself, was too strong. I decided to take the drunk damsel home.

I scanned the club for her friends, finding they were just as intoxicated as she was. With the help of Sandro, I managed to pry Camila's address from a slurring Ava.

While Sandro took charge of her friends, I claimed the responsibility of getting Camila to safety.

Her apartment was simple yet beautiful, a haven of quiet warmth. I found her room, the air thick with the scent of coconut.

As I pulled off her shoes, her little feet came into view, making me smile.

Her hair was a mess, scattered around her pillow, some strands clinging to her face. She mumbled something incoherent and burrowed deeper into the pillows.

My eyes trailed down her body, lingering on her thighs. Dirty thoughts swirled in my mind, threatening to consume me.

I hovered over her, leaning in, so I could taste the sweetness of her lips.

A struggle raged within me, a battle between my desires and my sense of decency.

After a long battle within me, I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to act on my impulses.

With a final glance, I pulled the comforter up her body, covering her completely, then turned and left.