Dolion

Damn that woman. I knew Cat was playing around with me as soon as she started her little game. I might have only known her for just over a week now, but I know her well enough to know she was toying with me. I was going to call her out on her antics, but she took it a step further than I thought she would by setting herself in my lap. And then grinding on me.

The way that woman's hips moved was fucking hypnotizing. Once she started, my better judgement went out the window. And the way she began to lose herself to the moment just as I had..

Until she opened that pretty mouth and ruined it, basically saying it was all too easy to get to me. It pissed me off because I knew she was right. I would have bent her right over Rich's desk and fucked her like the brat she is.

Maybe I took it too far, but at some point I had no intentions of stopping.

No. I was fully intent on fucking Caterina Di'Ramondo in that moment.

My finger buried deep into her wet pussy. So fucking wet for me, it was so easy to bring her to climax, she was so close. I still remember the feeling of her around my finger, and the way she leaned her head towards the ceiling and arched her back. The moan that escaped her lips and brought me back to reality.

I can't fuck her. Cat is off limits. I'll be lucky if her dad doesn't chop my right hand off if he ever finds out what just took place.

Caterina Di'Ramondo is forbidden.

And it just makes me want her that much more. I wash my hands in the men's bathroom, getting Cat's wetness off of me. My cock is still rock hard and doesn't seem to want to back down. I know I hurt her, pulling away so unexpectedly. But it's better this way. It's best she continues to hate me.

Nothing could happen between us. Not now, not ever. I hear the door swing open and lift my head, grabbing a paper towel to dry my hands. Wes walks in, and I immediately notice the grin on his face.

"What is it, Wes?" I demand.

"Hector just found the prettiest little thing wandering the hallway, he took her down for a dance. I swear that man always takes the best looking ones to bed." Wes says smoothly.

Erection gone.

"Hector took the brunette haired woman in the burgundy dress down to the club for a dance?" I'm already storming out of the bathroom and down the hallway with Wes on my heels.

"What's the matter? Is she yours?"

"She doesn't belong to anyone." I state through gritted teeth.

"Then what's the deal?" I turn on Wes, sick of his questions. "The deal is that Hector knows why she's hands off, and he's a dirty piece of shit."

I turn back around and continue down the hall until I make it into the main area of the club. People dance and grind against each other in the open space, while strippers dance for the tables of higher paying customers.

But my eyes are only on her.

Caterina.

The chandeliers of the club are set low, flashes of light streaming through the dimly lit space, illuminating the people dancing.

Cat dances with her back against Hector, her full hips swaying in rhythm with the music and his body. His hands rest on her hips, pulling her closer to his groin. She turns around in his arms, going for a position that keeps their hips apart, but Hector's eyes are devouring her mouth. I know that look, he gives it to at least a few of their best dancers, frequently.

The sight sends a feeling through me that infuriates me. My finger was just inside her, so why does it piss me off so much to see Hector simply putting his hands on her waist?

I approach them, Hector sees me first, smirking before bringing his lips to Cat's ear to whisper something. She turns her head, her hazel eyes meeting mine as I close the distance between us.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demand.

"I needed to use the restroom, and Hector helped me find the way. Afterwards he invited me down here for a dance, and I didn't want to be rude." Caterina smiles sweetly.

I turn my eyes on Hector. "Get your hands off of her if you want to keep them attached to your body."

He rolls his eyes and groans but lifts his hands away from her and steps away. "You're no fun."

"Get back up to the office before I rip your-" Hector is already walking away from me, middle finger raised in the air.

I don't look at Cat as I grab her wrist and lead her down a small hallway. I press her up against the wall, putting a hand flat against the wall on either side of her face.

"What the fuck are you thinking?" I ground out angrily.

"It was one dance, it wasn't going to do any harm. Hector said he'd protect me." I bring my face closer to hers.

"How naive are you? You shouldn't be trusting any of these fucking people. It doesn't matter if they're helping me. This is a dirty fucking world we're entangled in, Cat. You will stay by my side, or I'll fucking handcuff you to me." Her eyes widen at my threat.

"You-you wouldn't fucking dare-"

"Oh, but I would. You won't leave my side again, understood?" She turns her face away from me, looking down and away.

I move one hand away from the wall, and place my index finger beneath her chin, bringing her gaze back to mine. "Understand, Caterina?"

She nods her head once, then slaps my hand away. "And you are to never lay a hand on me again, understand?" She says to me. I back away from her and nod my head. I tell myself it's better this way, but I find myself fighting the urge to slip my arm around her waist as we walk back through the crowded dance floor and back towards Rich's office.

We should be done here soon, and if things go according to plan we'll be out of here within a few hours. Everything is going as it should despite that misshape back at the safehouse.

Here soon this will all be over, and Caterina Di'Ramondo will be nothing but a fading memory. The thought should be comforting, and yet, it's not.

We make it back to the office, Cat going and sitting down where I had found her earlier. Memories of her straddling my lap has me clenching my hands into fists to keep from getting hard again.

Fuck. I never should have let her sit in my lap, I should have stopped her the moment she started. But god damn it, I didn't want her to stop. I wanted to keep going until her plump ass was bouncing up and down on-

Fucking hell. I'm fucked if I can't stop thinking about Cat like this.

"I think it's best if we keep things as professional as possible going forward, no more playing games." I say without looking at her, running a hand through my hair.

"You're the one who started it. First with the pet-names, then with the suggestive things you'd say to me, the way you blatantly tease and flirt with me. You're fucking shameless." She says to me, words dripping with venom.

"I wasn't trying to lead you on. Up until tonight you met all of my teasing with annoyance and some smartass comeback." Fuck, I shouldn't have played games like this, not when I knew fucking around with her could literally get me and others killed if her father found out.

"Lead me on? That's laughable. The only thing I feel towards you is utter annoyance. Your arrogant ass always taking pleasure in pissing me off, and I can't wait to be fucking rid of you when all this is over." She says evenly.

I bite back my words, knowing that bringing up the way she leaned into my every touch wouldn't be helpful right now. No. Pointing out the way Cat pressed herself into me as she ground her hips against me would be pointless.

Or the way her breath hitched when I pressed myself against her. The way she became so wet for me I could easily feel it from the outside of her underwear. The way she leaned her hips towards me right before I thrust my finger into her tightness.

The way she looked so fucking disappointed when I pulled away suddenly.

"Cat-" She holds up a hand, stopping me.

"There is nothing between us. There never will be. This discussion doesn't need to happen, so save your breath." She gets up and pours herself another glass of wine.

I dip my chin in acknowledgement, but choose not to say anything. All that lies between us is maybe a little bit of lust. Cat hates everything about me, and would run away from me at the safest opportunity to do so. I can't blame the woman, I'm not a man of very many redeeming qualities. I can't stand the woman either, though. She's been nothing but a pain in my ass since the moment she put up a fight when I came to her apartment that night.

I'm not worried about the possibility of developing feelings for the Sicilian Mafia heir. She's constantly pissing me off, anyways.

Although, she's always meeting my teasing and rude remarks with a fiery response of her own, never backing down from me. And the way she didn't think twice before pulling that trigger and saving my ass. And what a god damned good shot she was. The way her face lit up when she found spices to cook with. The way she subtly swayed her hips as she prepared the food, and the fucking meal she made was some of the best I've had in a long time. The way her hazel eyes turn color with her moods. The way her hips sway with every step she takes. The way she turns me on like no other woman has before.

I find myself staring at Caterina until she catches me, I coolly play it off. "Care to share some of that wine?"

She rolls her eyes and grabs a second glass, pouring me some before walking over and handing it to me. Her fingers brush against mine as I take the glass from her. "Thank you." I say, my voice coming out lower than I had intended. Our eyes meet and linger a second longer than they should, Caterina being the one to look away first and resume her spot on the sofa. Away from me.

I do my best not to look at the beautiful Sicilian Mafia heir. I try not to let my eyes linger on how her dark honey brown hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders. Or the way her red lips turn down just slightly at the corners as she swirls the wine in her glass. I run my hand through my hair and take a drink of my wine. Then another. And another. Soon the whole glass is empty, and the odd feeling in my chest hasn't left. I obviously need something stronger. Where's a nice bottle of vodka when I need it?

Just then I hear Rich outside the door, speaking with someone before coming in. Me and Cat look at each other for a moment, and this time I'm the one to look away first.

I'm not falling for Caterina. There is nothing between us, and the sooner I'm rid of her, the better. Get her back to her disgrace of a father and away from me. She doesn't belong in my world.

A woman like her would never be with a man like me, anyways. Not if she knew the truth.

Besides, falling for a woman like Caterina Di'Ramondo was a death sentence.