Page 160 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Let’s just say it’s a lot more colorful.”

“Colorful…like blood red being the primary hue?”

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who doesn’t like to answer them.”

He’s right. I’m the queen of evasion. But it keeps me alive, so divert, divert, divert!

Sergio grins at me and puts the glass to his lips before tipping it back.

I don’t want to smile at him. I want to hate him for what he’s planning to do to us. I want to incinerate him for working with the cartel. And most of all, I want to gut him for all of the bullshit he fed my brother about a buyout. He wants money, yeah. But I bet it won’t come from us. Sergio’s pockets are going to be lined by the Becerra Cartel if he can make the deal with us.

Our enemy.

Sergio doesn’t give a shit about me and Nate.

He only cares about building his own empire.

And he’ll sell us out to anyone who can clear his path.

I think I need another shot…

Because even though I know all of those things, it doesn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering around in my gut.

It doesn’t stop the tingles from shooting up my arm as his fingertips graze mine when he refills my glass.

And it doesn’t stop my heart from leaping into my throat when his heated gaze lands on me, hot, hungry, and oh so intense.

I take the second shot, letting the liquid heat my insides. “Thanks,” I mutter. I need to get out of here now. I’ve already seen, heard, and felt enough.

Now I have to figure out what to do with all of it.

He puts down his glass and inches toward me. Blood rushes between my ears, drowning out every sensible thought running through my mind right now.

“I’m going to leave now,” I say, not moving a muscle as he continues to creep closer and closer like a predator eyeing his prey.

“Okay,” he says, closing the rest of the distance between us. He runs a hand down my spine, stopping just above my ass. He presses me into him, his other hand tangled in my hair.

Oh, Jesus. What is he doing? And why am I letting him do it?

He drags my head backward, exposing the column of my neck. He sweeps his tongue down the side, eliciting a gasp from my lips. Wetness pools between my legs as he pushes me against the locked office door, his hands on either side of me, holding me captive in an invisible cage of unbridled lust.

His lips hover over mine, his hot breath fluttering against my prickled skin. “Is this what you wanted when you came looking for me before?” he growls, one of his hands inching up my skirt. He cups my pussy, sliding my panties aside and sliding his fingers inside of me. “Did you want me to do this?”

I shake my head, too breathless to even respond.

“No?” he whispers. “Did you want something else?”

I nod. My throat is so tight right now that I can’t even squeak out a reply. But fuck yes, I wanted more. And I hated myself for it!

Still do.

His lips curl into a smirk and he attacks my mouth in a frenzy. Our tongues tussle, snaking around one another like heated coils of carnal lust. I fist his thick, dark hair, capturing his lower lip between my teeth as his fingers work my clit. With his one free hand, he yanks down the top of my dress, clasping his lips over each of my taut nipples, paying equal attention to both.

My head falls back against the wall, rolling left and right as he feasts on my breasts.

This is crazy! And wrong on so many levels!

But yet I can’t make him stop.

---