Page 147 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

He leers at her over my shoulder as I bite back a smirk. “These girls-s. They run around barely dressed and expect guys-s to keep their hands to themselves-s, like they aren’t begging for it.”

I hear the girl gasp, and she pushes her way between us and gets right in his face. “Look, dick, if I want to walk around naked, I have the fucking right to without being fingered by your diseased digits!”

“Well, technically, you can’t walk around naked because it’s against the law,” I say, just feeding the fire a little bit more. Not like she needs it. She’s five foot nothing, so I have at least a foot on her. But what she lacks in size, she definitely makes up for in attitude. I glance down at her back since that’s pretty much all I can see with her squeezed between us. Long, dark hair cascades down her spine, and as she shakes the guy pinned against the wall, I catch a hint of citrus wafting up to my nostrils.

Seems ironic that such a sweet scent is emanating off of a body this primed for slaughter.

She flips around, not letting go of her assailant, and my breath hitches.

Fuck.

Almond-shaped green eyes narrow to slits, practically disappearing under her thick eyelashes as her lips twist into a scowl. Demonic is probably the word I’d use for that expression, but damn, it gets me hot.

So hot that I want to take her to my office and bend her over the couch while I fuck that rage out of her. Judging by the way her nostrils flare, I can sense there’s a lot of it, and I’m definitely up to the task.

“This is Vegas,” she seethes. “If I want to pole dance nude in the middle of the Strip while snorting cocaine and guzzling vodka, I’m pretty sure the cops would leave me alone.” Her lips curl upward. “Hell, they’d probably try to join my party.”

“I can’t imagine any living, breathing man who wouldn’t.” I smirk and she returns the smile, letting go of the guy and shoving him away. She flips her head around toward him. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself!” she snaps before turning back to me with a seductive smile that has my cock twitching because this girl is hot as fuck and nursing a raging inferno inside of that tight body.

I run my eyes over her curves, highlighted by the tight black fabric hugging them. She sticks her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side. “See anything you like?”

“I like it all.” I snicker. “Not that I’m gonna touch it because I’ve seen what you do to the dumbasses who dare.”

“Some guys just forget that they need an invitation to the party. They don’t understand that crashing it can be dangerous.”

“So what were you gonna do to that guy if I hadn’t gotten in the way?”

She lowers her gaze, staring up at me from under those long lashes. Then she slides closer to me, doing an exaggerated head tilt. Her eyes blaze, a rush of heat smoldering in my gut as the seconds pass. Finally, she parts her deep red lips. “I was going to sterilize him,” she murmurs.

And fuck me, those words are the sexiest I’ve ever heard.

Meaning be damned.

“Would have been bad for business,” I say. “I can’t have a gorgeous, out-of-control woman storming the place, assaulting my customers. You’d scare everyone away.” I rest one hand against the wall, blocking her in on one side.

“Oh, so you’re afraid of me?” she asks in a teasing voice. “Am I really that much of a monster?”

“I’m not afraid of anything. I’d let you assault me anytime you’d like.” I grin. “And I’ll bet that the monster inside would definitely enjoy the experience.”

“You sound pretty confident about that.”

“What can I say? I know my talents.”

“I’ll bet plenty of women know them, too.” She folds her arms over her chest, and I can’t help but steal a glimpse of her tits. They’re peeking out of the neckline of her dress, begging to come out and play.

An image of her riding my cock with those tits bouncing flashes in front of me, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut for a second to keep my cock from busting through my pants.

“Something wrong?” she asks.

“Very wrong,” I say. That’s a gross understatement if I ever heard one.

“You know what else would be wrong?” she asks in a breathy voice.

Uhh, if you dropped to your knees right now and sucked my cock?

That would be wrong — and oh so right — on so many levels.

But I’d be a willing participant in a hot second.

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