Chapter 11

Emilia

Nothing could have prepared me for the scale of the event. Cyrus resembled a dark villain with his black suit and black mask, but he made my heart beat faster than ever. I'd waited for him to say my dress was too garish because he hadn't looked too pleased with it earlier, but looking around there were a few women who wore a similar style of outfit. The fact that he hadn't let go of me since we left the car with the valet was telling.

There were more than a few eyes on us as we walked down the stairs. Most women had opted to wear modern dresses but I preferred the more historical look. Cyrus introduced me to a few people before he left to get us a drink.

"Wow, Cyrus certainly knows how to pick them," a man said behind me.

When I turned to see the man it wasn't someone who Cyrus had introduced me to. I didn't say anything because I had a feeling the asshole would dig his own grave. His beady blue eyes were already latched onto my breasts.

"I wonder if you will last more than a few days, though. He doesn't seem to have much luck keeping his women. I'm Kyle Bennet," he said as he tried to take my hand, which I quickly hid behind my back.

His smile vanished as his eyes narrowed on me, which made me smile.

"You obviously don't know who I am, but I know your type of tra—" he stopped when he looked over my shoulder.

I felt Cyrus move behind me, and a glass of champagne appeared before me.

"Thank you, sweetheart," I said as he slipped his hand around me and left it to rest below my breasts.

"Take the hint, Kyle, she isn't interested," he said in a low voice full of restrained anger.

"How long will this one last? Let me know if she is any good in the sack. I might give her a pity fuck when you're done with her," he scoffed.

I almost gasped at his crass words. Going from a higher education environment into a working one was tough because I learned to curb my tongue, but I wasn't at work and I didn't want Cyrus to snap in a public event.

"Why don't you write what your problem is with me on a piece of paper, fold it up and shove it up your ass?" I said politely before I took a sip of my champagne.

He glared at me before glancing at Cyrus, but he didn't say anything and walked away from us, muttering to himself. My eyes narrowed on his back when I heard him call me an English whore. I have a rich English, Irish and Spanish heritage.

What a fucking wanker.

"What's his problem?" I asked as I turned my head to look at Cyrus.

His lips were pursed together, and his eyes tracked Kyle, so I turned around and put my arm around his neck to draw his attention back to me. His body relaxed, and he put his arm around me before his lips grazed my neck and shoulder.

"It's probably jealousy. He has always been an annoying little shit, but he has never said anything to my face before," he said as he began to sway his body to the music.

I put my arm around his waist, holding my glass against his back.

"I knew your dress would bring the fucking crazies out," he muttered but held me tighter against him before his hand moved to my grip my ass.

I couldn't say anything because I was enjoying the feel of his hard dick against me. I rubbed my fingers against the nape of his neck up through his hair. He downed his drink before relieving me of mine. I watched as he placed the glasses on a nearby table. His arms wrapped around me, and I froze when his tongue licked my earlobe.

"You're going to be spread out on my table tonight, and I'm going to feast on you until you beg me to stop. Your virgin blood is going to spill tonight, Emilia, all over my hard cock," he said before he nipped my earlobe so hard that I thought he would draw blood.

I blew out a shaky breath because I thought my lungs weren't functioning effectively enough. I wasn't stupid. He had been photographed with plenty of women, but after studying them all, I never once saw any affection in his eyes or body language. He always looked aloof and indifferent, which was worlds apart from how he was handling me in public.

Oh, fuck, if any of this was caught on camera, my Dad would be on the next flight out here. I didn't factor in how well-publicised this event was. I loved my Dad, but he was nuts when it came to his family, especially the women.

I tried to pull away from him, but his arms tightened around me.

"Oh, I don't think so, sweetheart. You brought yourself into my orbit, knowing what I am. There is no escape from me now. I'm going to burst that sweet cherry wide open," he whispered into my ear before he swirled his tongue around my throbbing earlobe, soothing away the pain from his bite. "And I won't be taking it easy on you either."

I closed my eyes with a groan because my knickers were ruined, and I wouldn't have cared if he flung me on the table we stood beside. What he didn't realise was that blood and mayhem had always been part of my life. He didn't scare me. I held onto him as he moved us to the rhythm of the music. We had only got here, and I wished we were back at his place.

It was going to be a long night.