Page 13 of Heartless Sinner

Kissing Marla felt like a revelation.

Listening to her moan her way through dinner had me worried that I wouldn’t be able to stand up from the table. My cock twitched with every sound that she made, the moments she used her fingers to eat instead of the chopsticks, the way her throat bobbed when she sipped her wine. She’d never fully relaxed, but she had lost herself in the enjoyment of the meal, the atmosphere, and it had been a pleasure just to watch her… be happy.

When we got up after dinner, I knew that the question was going to come up again. Sex. I wanted her. And I was sure that she wanted me, even if she tried to pretend otherwise. She bristled every time she started to show me her attraction, every time we started to let the wall between us lower a little.

I knew I didn’t have her heart, not yet. Not after one night. But I could damn well do something about the sexual tension sparking between us.

Having her in my arms felt right. Her soft body pressed against mine felt like every answer to every question I’d ever asked.

I kissed her slow, teasing at first, and Marla gasped, trembling against me. Her hands squeezed my arms, like she was testing if I could hold her, and I tightened my arm around her waist in response. Marla moaned, just like she’d moaned at dinner, and I felt her knees give out as she kissed me back enthusiastically.

Her lips parted and I slid my tongue into her mouth, stroking it against hers, stoking the fire in her. Marla got up onto her toes, pressing harder against me, kissing me with a fervor that contradicted that uptight version of herself she’d presented to me thus far.

“Knew you’d be a wildcat,” I whispered once I lifted my mouth from hers. My cock was already swelling at the thought of getting her in my bed and teaching her all the ways she’d purr for me.

Marla glared at me, but she didn’t pull away. “You seem pretty damn confident about that.”

“Is that a challenge I hear, Miss Preston?”

Marla looked like she was standing at the top of the high dive at the pool. Then I saw blue fire spark in her eyes and she nodded, tilting her chin up defiantly. “You bet your Italian ass it is. If you really think you’re as good as you’re implying you are, then prove it.”

A low growl sounded in my throat. She had no idea what sort of plans I had in store for her. I was going to make her scream my name by the time I was through.

I asked the valet for my car and just barely avoided breaking the speed limit on the way back to my apartment. Toby had been tailing us all night, keeping out of the way and out of sight, like I’d requested, and I could practically feel him silently asking me if I was going to need him for the usual nightly report.

When we pulled into the garage, I texted him to take the night off. I had my own ways of defending myself and I didn’t want anyone else to accidentally overhear when I made Marla beg me to fuck her, or the sounds she made as she took every inch of my cock.

I could feel her body trembling against mine as we took the elevator up to my apartment. I pressed my hand to the small of her back, hoping it would calm her.

Marla shuddered, and I dared to stroke my hand slightly up and down her back. She bit her lip, her eyes darkening, and my cock twitched. God, yes. I wanted her more than I could remember wanting anyone.

God, Marla was so responsive. I had to wonder if she’d ever really had a passionate night with someone before. Being the daughter in a mafia family wasn’t exactly… conducive to one night stands or casual dating. There was a massive target on your back, as men tried to date you to get in good with your family or to get close to your brothers and father and kill them, or federal agents trying to use you to spy on your family… it was a mess. I had it pretty tough as a man in this world, but as a woman? I couldn’t even imagine.

I had to ask, even if she might be offended. I needed to know how much experience she had so I knew what I was dealing with.

“Any secret boyfriends I should know about?”

All right, I also couldn’t help teasing her a little. She was damn sexy when she was riled up.

Marla gave me a cutting look through the side of her eyes, like she didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of actually turning her head to look at me. She was obstinate as all hell, and I loved it. I needed someone stubborn to keep up with me, to yank me back if I was about to get stupid.

“It’s kind of hard to have boyfriends when your brothers scare any men off,” Marla replied. Her voice was sharp, but I detected an undercurrent of sadness, like she knew she’d missed out on something but didn’t want to admit to the loss. “I had a couple of hook ups in college, and a few other flings, but nothing serious and nothing I’d ever tell my family about.”

She finally turned and faced me head on. “Why, do you think you’ve got a blushing virgin on your hands?”

I took a step closer to her, putting us only inches apart. “Oh, virgin or not, I guarantee I can make you blush.”

Marla licked her bottom lip, but before I could do anything, like give into my desire to push her against the wall and kiss her, the elevator dinged and the doors opened softly.

I walked into my apartment, confident that Marla would follow me.

“You talk a big game,” Marla said, trying to sound aloof. “You seem pretty confident you’ll amaze me with your sexual prowess.”

“Was the kiss not enough of a clue?” I asked as I approached the kitchen. “Nightcap?”

I turned to look at her. Marla stood by the kitchen island, her hands braced on the edge like it was a lifeline. She shook her head minutely. “No.”

Whether she was talking about the nightcap or not making enough of a good impression earlier, I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to waste any more time tap dancing around our attraction. This woman had been torturing me all night with her little moans and sighs, her sharp questions and sharper gaze, and that seemingly cavalier attitude. I wanted to make her melt into a puddle for me, wanted all of her defenses to come tumbling down while she admitted just how much she desired me.

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