Page 29 of Devil's Deal

Did I really? No. There was something about that kid I didn’t care for. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “Nah.”

“Are you kidding me? What could you not like about Huey? You hang out with gangsters.” His eyes widened. “That’s why you asked so many questions when we put you in the Gangster’s Paradise Suite, isn’t it? You thought I did it on purpose because I knew who you were.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “The thought crossed my mind.”

Cory slumped back onto the couch, covering his face with both hands. “This is a mess.”

He looked so dejected. I felt guilty, but I didn’t regret bringing Dante and his crew in. Cory could be in danger whether he knew it or not. No one should be able to get in and out of rooms without being seen. Unless maybe it was me. I bit back a smirk. My own cockiness at my abilities wouldn’t help the situation I found myself in right then.

Moving to the floor, I knelt in front of him and rested a hand on each of his knees. “Listen, I understand your concern. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who sent Dante and the other guys.” I wasn’t, not really. How the hell was I supposed to know he’d figure it out? How the hell was I supposed to know he had any real knowledge of the Families?

“But I don’t want to abandon you until this issue is resolved. Would you feel better if I left? I could check-in at a different hotel.” There were a few not too far away I wouldn’t mind staying in. I’d still be close, but I’d be out of his hair.

“Only if you take them with you,” he said from behind his hands.

Grabbing his wrists, I tugged them down until I could see his face. “Baby, that ain’t happening. I’ll leave, but they’re staying until I get the call that the culprit’s been caught. You hear me?”

Cory’s face conflicted with emotion. His anger bled away, leaving defeat. “I don’t know what you’re into, but I don’t want them here without you.”

“Then I’ll stay.” I laced our fingers together.

He blew out a deep, tired breath. “I, uh, guess I promised you dinner.”

Wanting to give him something different—better—to think about, I leered at him. “I am starving, but The Velvet Room doesn’t serve what I’m hungry for.”

Chapter

Eleven

CORY

The lecherous expressionon Bosley’s face made it clear where his mind had gone. So far, we’d only hooked up in his room, and we’d messed around a bit in the showers down in Vigor. I’d never brought him up here before. Hell, only Harlow and Everest had made it into my private domain.

Applesauce.What was I even thinking right now? Mac hadn’t ever let me be in the same room with my brother-in-law, Frederic, alone, and here I was contemplating more sex with a man who’d as good as admitted to having something to do with organized crime. For all I knew, he was a thief. Wouldn’t that be ironic? A thief wanting to help me out with the break-ins.

Did it matter that he’d admitted to having some form of relationship with the Boss of the Buccelli Family? Hadn’t I already figured that out on my own, and yet I’d still let him touch me. Bosley stared at me steadily with hunger in his eyes, but he didn’t push. He waited patiently. It was a combination of that and needing to get out of my own head that won me over.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“I don’t need your forgiveness,” he growled. “All I want is your ass.”

“Then take it,” I said, challengingly.

He rose, too, standing to his feet and pulling me up, stripping me naked so fast that I’d have been dizzy with it if I wasn’t attacking his clothes with the same ferocity.

Once we were naked, he threw me on the bed, ass up. “Fuck yeah,” he growled. “I’ve been wanting a bite of that tight ass.”

I expected the feel of his teeth in my butt cheek, but instead, his large fingers separated my ass cheeks, and he licked a stripe over my hole. I jerked, and he chuckled, low and deep. Dangerous. I shivered with want and maybe just a tad bit of fear.

He swirled his tongue around my hole, and I humped my bed, needing friction against my dick as much as I wanted his tongue or his fingers or his dick inside me. “Da—Bosley, please. Give me more.”

He stilled, his hot breath skimming my skin. “Go ahead, boy. Say it. Call me Daddy. I want to hear it.”

I whimpered. “Daddy.”

He flattened his tongue and licked over my hole again. “That’s right. Again. Tell your Daddy what you want, boy. I want to hear you. You stop talking, and I’ll stop eating your ass. You don’t want that, do you?”

Hell no, I didn’t. “Daddy. Please. Fill me. Fuck me so good. I know you can, Daddy, and I want that.”

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