Page 55 of Mistaken Prejudice

“Weren’t you sixteen at your first show?” Vito blurted before he took another sip from his champagne. Aloïs’s nose wrinkled as if he smelled something rotten and his mouth curved in displeasure before he gave Vito a forced smile.

“I almost forgot.”

“Well, of course, it’s been so long ago.” Vito laughed loudly and I started to like him a lot more.

“You hurt my feelings.” Aloïs pressed his hand to his chest. “I’m the younger brother, you know?” His voice was laced with spite. “The much, much younger brother.”

“And yet, it’s Elliot who’s familiar with the brand, not you.” It was Daniel who spoke and I wanted to high-five the man. I managed to exchange a quick look with Miles before we both looked back at the adults.

“Ha!” Vito almost spat his drink before he patted Aloïs’s cheek. “Don’t you worry, Tesoro, you know I love you.” He then gave us a quick look and raised his glass in the air. “Ciao, Cari. I will talk with you later. Much, much later.” He then disappeared into the crowd and Aloïs’s voice jolted me back.

“How lovely, Daniel, as always. It’s such a delight meeting you.”

“Right back at you, Aloïs. By the way, I heard you just lost that part you wanted. I was so sorry to hear that. It must be disappointing.”

Aloïs rolled his eyes before he turned on his heels and walked away from us. While Daniel seemed rather pleased with the outcome of his words, Elliot didn’t.

“Papa, if it’s okay with you, Andrei and I will leave early. Okay?”

Elliot looked at Miles, worry written on his face.

“Oh no, is everything all right?”

Miles let out a chuckle before he leaned in and kissed Elliot’s cheek. “Why do you always assume something bad happened? I’m just tired. That’s all. I’ll see you back at home.” His expression relaxed as he let go of Miles.

“Okay, bonne nuit, mon lapin.” He waved us off before Miles grabbed my hand and made me follow him.

“You’re tired?” I asked as we made our way through the crowd.

He looked at me over his shoulder, a devilish grin on his face. “Not at all.”

Chapter 17

Miles

My leg was thrown over Andrei’s lap as he continued to devour my mouth like a starved man. The seat belt left me with little navigation space, but it didn’t stop me from dry-humping his leg. Did I care that the driver could see us making out in the back of my parents’ car? Nope. Absolutely not. He could thank us later for giving him a private show, that’s for sure.

Andrei’s arm dropped to my hips and pulled me as close as the seat belt allowed us. I moaned at the pressure, and he used the opportunity to shove his tongue between my parted lips. He let out a deep groan as he explored my mouth and tasted every part of me.

With our lips still sealed together, my hands roamed his firm, solid back. I slowly brought them to his front and traveled my fingers up until they reached his hard nipples. I stroked them with my thumb before I gave the pearl jewel a slight tug. Buying him a pearl piercing for his nipple? Best money I’d ever spent. He hissed, and the sound went straight to my cock, which was already hard and aching for relief. At this pace, I’ll come in my pants before we even reach home.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he purred over my mouth before he moved his lips to my neck and started to suck on my sensitive skin.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head with the blazing sensation his mouth left on my body. Every place he touched felt like fire, and I was burning out. “Oh God, Andrei,” I moaned in his ear. “I want you so bad, so fucking bad.” And I did. I wanted him as close to me as possible. I wanted him in a way I never wanted anyone before.

He stopped kissing my neck and lined up with me so our eyes met. His deep, glassy gaze examined me before he pressed his lips together. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he rested his hand behind my neck and pulled me back until our mouths met again. Andrei wasn’t a guy of unnecessary words, and I knew this was his way of telling me he wanted the same.

With the way he held me, he controlled the kiss. He controlled me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it, moaning at the flavor. My hips tried to rut against his thigh to achieve some sort of friction, when a cough came from the front seat.

Still wrapped in each other, we paused, and with Andrei’s head still buried in my neck, I turned to look at the driver.

“Sir, we’ve reached your destination,” he said in French.

I cleared my throat as I looked through the window to see our house. “Yes, of course. Thank you so much for the ride,” I answered back in French as we peeled ourselves from the leather seats and got out of the car, not before tipping him, of course. He was the family driver, so I didn’t need to pay, only tip.

Andrei’s hands were back on me as soon as I shut the car door.

“It turns me on so much to hear you speak French,” he growled in my ear before he pressed himself to my back in a way that made me feel how hard he was.