His Wicked Temptation

Chapter Twelve

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belle âme
(m) a beautiful soul

EMILIANO

The irresistible urge to push Rosabelle against the wall and feel every curve of her body right when she emerged from her house in that midnight blue dress was so irresistible that I felt as though walking away would have been the better choice.

However, I seldom chose the better when my obsession presented itself to me in her finest glory. Rosabelle gazed at me with a passion that mirrored my own, her beautiful baby blue eyes ablaze with desire.

She knew the effect she had on me, but she didn't know that I was sparing her for her own good.

However, I was, after all, a selfish man.

And I knew that one day, I might give in to my impulses and leave my mark on my beautiful Bella's innocence.

"Aren't we going to wait for Tatiana?" She asked timidly from beside me as she settled into my car, confusion painted her face.

Tatiana was never meant to join us at Vittoria's Venue in the first place, Bella wanted her to go, so I made a way for her was well. But that didn't mean she could tag along with us.

"I've sent my me—an Uber to pick her up from her home," I muttered, nearly letting slip the words 'my men,' which I had intended to keep hidden. Bella raised an eyebrow in response. "I see. She could've come with us, though."

No, she couldn't.

"Yes, but I wanted us to go alone," I explained, not entertaining the idea of sharing her my original thoughts. She snorted at my response, drawing a smile from me in return.

Soon, we arrived at our long-awaited destination, Vittoria's Venue. Rosabelle looked out of the car window, her eyes widening in shock at the sight.

Woman. Somehow I felt like she'd see a man eating nail and be awed by it as well.

It seemed that she was easily surprised by everything and anything, as if amazement was etched onto her face whenever she encountered something new.

I found it amusing.

I found her amusing.

"I can already sense the prestige surrounding this place, Emi," she whispered from beside. "No wonder it's so popular."

It had taken years to build Vittoria's Venue's reputation among the people of Russia after my brother bought it from its original owner, Igor Sokolov. Now, the club's renown extended beyond Russia's borders and was known internationally.

Though it wasn't me who helped building the reputation, but I was prideful that it was one the members of my family.

"You've only seen the exterior so far, Belle," I said with a smile. "Save your excitement for the interior as well, yeah?" Her face lit up even more at my words as she nodded enthusiastically.

And I couldn't help but feel a strange tightness in my chest at her reaction.

I opened the car door for her, and she followed my lead once she stepped out. Together, we made our way into the club, where we were met with a vibrant atmosphere that pulsed through the walls.

Vittoria's Venue was a haven for social elites, a place where opulence and extravagance reigned supreme. The club's grandeur was evident in its lavish decor, from the dazzling chandeliers that hung overhead to the plush velvet furnishings that adorned the lounge areas.