I glanced at Rome, at Maksim, then at Cade and Dante.
I heard Rome’s low voice as his eyes bore into mine. “You said there was no better way to celebrate. She had two, and you can have all the men you want. Is it what you want?”
We had a silent argument then. He was goading me, I knew that. I was making a show of my power, he knew that. We just weren’t quite sure which was more important. He sucked on his teeth and then a small smile crept across his face. “I’ll prove you wrong in the end, Katalina. I’m all you want.”
I smiled back and quirked a brow at him, taunting the beast. “Maybe we need to show everyone then.”
Rome stalked toward me, like he was ready to dominate me and make me his. “I should punish you for acting like I’m not enough,” He murmured the words so only I could hear.
“Punish me here? I’m taking my pleasure, not punishment.”
He hummed low, “I’ll punish you at some point for all this and it’ll be the most pleasure you’ll receive in a long time.”
I felt my nipples tighten at his words. “I’m not even sure this will help them see how we’ll be bound forever, Rome.”
“It’ll help you in one way or another.” He looked me up and down. “Or is this a line you won’t cross?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He wanted a fight. Or he wanted to dare me, to push me out of my comfort zone. I didn’t know his end game but I knew mine. I was showing this city that no one overstepped my rules. I made them and I was bound to the one I loved. Rome had my heart and I had his.
It pushed me over the edge. “Cross the line,” I commanded.
No other command was needed, but everyone heard me say it, knew I was the one in control here. His hand shot out and grabbed my arm to yank me the rest of the way to him. He devoured my mouth, branded me with a searing kiss that had people gasping. The audience was growing. I heard murmurs from the floor below us and the bratva behind us talking amongst themselves.
The music pumped through my veins as I surrendered to his mouth. Rome always took control here and I let him because I knew he wasn’t like any other man I’d been with.
I pulled away from him and glanced around at the men before me. They weren’t like others either. Somehow, they’d all stepped up. Maksim had risked his spot in the bratva for me, Dante still trained me, even though I was the enemy, Cade protected my location, and Bastian had signed on to a partnership with me.
I’d made them all a family. I’d put them in front of bullets, put them in harm’s way, and they’d risked their lives and families for me.
“No turning back when the bomb goes off, Rome,” I murmured in his ear.
“I’m about to detonate it, honey. I’ll be in the explosion along with you. No turning back.”
I took a step away from him, my heart suddenly in my throat as I walked around him toward the throne. This wasn’t something I’d ever done.
I twisted to take everything in and saw that almost every single person in the club had turned our way. Some had drinks in their hands, some were set up to watch the show and pleasure themselves, and most were already mesmerized, small smiles on their faces.
Bastian’s heavy hand went to my shoulder to shove me down. He leaned forward and I felt his hot breath at my ear. “Do I get a taste of you after all?”
I glanced up at him and fluttered my eyelashes. “Bastian,” I tsked. “You’re only here to do what I ask, nothing more and nothing less.”
The crowd whispered at my controlling these men. It was a testament, a show of who really ruled this city.
Cade swung a chair around and I pointed to him, “Cade, get video.”
He squinted at me before he nodded. I heard the sound of the record button and knew that would be his way of participating. He’d have the footage, he’d maybe enjoy it, and he’d put it out there for whomever needed to see it.
Rome’s face didn’t hold a smile or any real emotion when he leaned in to whisper something to Cade. His black suit and tattoos peeking out at his neck and wrists reminded me of what a hot devil would look like, someone you’d sell your soul to even though you knew you’d be banned from heaven forever.
He walked forward slowly, eyeing Dante, Maksim, and Bastian. “Who thinks they deserve to see how demanding Katalina can be?”
I turned to see them all smiling, wolves in the night sharpening their teeth.
“Katalina.” Rome reached my knees. They were closed as if no one deserved access. He pushed his pant leg in between, spreading them and causing my skirt to inch up. “I wonder if you’re ready for me yet.”
He knelt down in front of me, and his hand slid up my thigh. My breath caught in my throat as he held my gaze. “I’m not going to enjoy this, Kate-Bait. It’s going to kill me to have anyone watch you, to share this.”
“I know,” I murmured to him. “The monster in you doesn’t do that well.”