Chapter 214 Nia

• She leaned into him, head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. 'Just doing my job.' But her heart raced, old fantasies resurfacing—Vince's hands on her, soft kisses turning passionate. Guilt crashed like waves; Vardo's cum had leaked from her just hours ago, now she melted for his brother. Across the floor, Vardo watched, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as Vince spun her, their bodies aligned. Jealousy etched his features, fist tightening around his glass. Nia caught his gaze, a shiver running down her spine—possessive fire promising retribution.
• The dance ended too soon, Vince kissing her cheek. 'Don't work too late.' He moved on, leaving her breathless, conflicted. Vardo approached then, voice low. 'Enjoying my brother's hands?' She stiffened, whispering, 'It's nothing.' His hand grazed her arm, thumb pressing a hidden bruise. 'Liar. Meet me outside. Limo. Now.' The command brooked no argument; she slipped away during applause, heart pounding.
• The limo idled curbside, tinted windows shielding the interior. Vardo waited inside, door opening like a trap. Nia slid in, the leather cool against her bare ass. He yanked her onto his lap before the door shut, mouth crashing onto hers, tongue invading roughly. 'Dancing with him? Teasing me?' His hands roamed, hiking her dress, fingers finding her exposed pussy, slick and ready. She moaned into the kiss, grinding down, but he slapped her thigh. 'No. You don't get my dick yet. Not after that.'