The girl was dressed in a delicate, flowing gown the color of a spring daisy, with a sweetheart neckline that showed off her creamy, unblemished skin.
The skirt had a subtle sheen to it, swirling around her legs as she moved. She wore a delicate gold locket around her slender neck, and a pair of simple, elegant pearl earrings adorned her lobes.
Her makeup was minimal, a touch of pink lip gloss and a dusting of blush on her high cheekbones. She looked every inch the innocent, untouched maiden.
Luca approached her, his heart pounding in his chest as he relayed Vincente's message.
The girl's eyes widened in surprise, a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks.
She glanced over at where Vincente sat, his piercing gaze fixed intently on her. A shiver ran down her spine at the intensity of his stare.
"I... I ...um.." she stammered, biting her plump lower lip nervously.
The girl hesitated for a moment longer.
With a deep breath, she followed Luca across the dance floor, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest.
As they approached Vincente, she could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, as heavy and intense as a physical touch. It made her feel exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely exhilarated.
Luca stepped aside, allowing the girl to approach Vincente alone.
She stopped before him, her hands clasped demurely in front of her waist, her head bowed slightly in a show of respect and deference.
Vincente's eyes raked over her body, taking in every dip and curve, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist.
He felt a surge of lust, a primal urge to possess this beauty, for one night stand.
Vincente reached out and grasped the girl's wrist, his long fingers encircling the delicate bone.
With a sharp tug, he pulled her towards him, forcing her to stumble forward.
She gasped, her free hand flying out to brace herself against his chest.
Vincente took advantage of her off-balance state to wrap an arm around her slender waist, yanking her onto his lap.
She let out a startled yelp, her hands instinctively coming up to press against his broad chest.
He could feel the soft give of her breasts, the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her gown.
His body responded instantly, a surge of heat and desire coursing through his veins.
"Boss, I... I don't know if I should..." the girl stammered, her blue eyes wide and uncertain as she looked up at him.
Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, her lips parted slightly as if to speak. But Vincente silenced her with a finger pressed against her soft mouth.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "No more words, little one. Just be a good girl and sit still." His eyes glinted with a wicked, hungry light as he looked down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and trembling lips.
The girl swallowed hard, a shiver running through her body at the intensity of his gaze.
She could feel the hard, muscular length of his thighs beneath her bottom.
As Vincente pulled the girl onto his lap, his men watched with a mix of awe, envy, and a touch of fear.
They sat back in their seats, eyeing the scene before them with a wicked, almost predatory gleam in their eyes.
Each one of them had a smirk playing on their lips, their gazes roaming over the girl's delicate form with blatant appreciation.
The tall, scarred man with the jagged scar above his eye leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and said in a low, appreciative tone, "Boss has good taste, as always." He licked his lips, his eyes lingering on the girl's heaving chest as she squirmed uncomfortably on Vincente's lap.
Luca, who had delivered the girl to his boss, stood off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back.
The other dancers on the floor seemed to loom over them.
Vincente's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he gazed down at the girl trembling in his lap.
Without warning, he tangled his fingers in her silky raven hair, fisting the locks tightly.
He yanked her head back, exposing the slender column of her throat, before crashing his lips against hers in a brutal, demanding kiss.
The girl gasped, her eyes flying wide open in shock as Vincente's mouth claimed hers.
His lips were hard and insistent, forcing her to part her own so he could plunder the warm cavern within.
He tasted of wine and dark desires, his tongue delving deep to tangle with her own.
Vincente kissed her with a ruthless passion, pouring all his pent-up lust and aggression into the brutal embrace.
He nipped at her bottom lip, hard enough to draw a bead of blood, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her flush against him, crushing her soft curves against the hard planes of his body.
The girl whimpered into the kiss, her small hands coming up to clutch at Vincente's shoulders.
She could feel the power coiled in his muscles, the raw, untamed strength of him. It frightened her.
As Vincente ravaged the girl's mouth, his hands began to roam her body with a hunger that bordered on violence.
He slid his palm up her side, his fingers splaying across the small of her back, holding her tight against him.
His other hand released her hair to boldly cup the soft swell of her breast, kneading the tender flesh through the thin fabric of her gown.
The girl shuddered under his touch, a muffled whimper escaping into his mouth.
She could feel his calloused fingers digging into her skin, his touch rough and demanding.
It was overwhelming, the intensity of his desire.
Suddenly, as abruptly as it had begun, Vincente wrenched his mouth from hers.
He shoved her off his lap, sending her tumbling to the floor in a tangle of skirts and limbs.
She landed hard, her breath leaving her lungs in a painful whoosh. Tears of shock and humiliation stung her eyes as she looked up at him, her lip swollen and glistening with his saliva.
Vincente stared down at her, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with a turmoil of emotions.
In that moment, the beautiful face of Evangeline appeared making his lust fade away over this girl.