Page 194 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

SERGIO

“Iwouldn’t suck your cock if it was the only one on Earth and I needed it to breathe!” The dark pink color that floods her cheeks makes her eyes pop even more than normal against her bronze skin. She glares at me so hard that I believe she’s trying to kill me with her mind right now.

It’s hard not to chuckle, especially since she thinks she had the last word last night at the club.

Look who’s in the driver’s seat now, Jaelyn.

How does it feel to be Miss Daisy, in a very erotic, very compromising position?

Just looking at her — long, dark hair spread out on the pillow below her, shirt riding up to expose taut, smooth abs with a hint of boob, shapely legs thrashing about — fuck me.

She’s the sexiest captive I’ve ever seen.

The only one I’ve ever had, actually.

That’s when reality smacks me across the face with the force of a big beefy hand.

I kidnapped this woman.

Stole her from her life.

And her beloved car.

I’m holding her prisoner in a safehouse that’s not mine.

I have her chained to a bed, also not mine, though it’s one I’d very much like to share with her, handcuffed or otherwise.

I scrub a hand down the front of my face.

Forget about her sucking your cock and figure out how you’re gonna fix this situation so nobody slices off said cock!

Jaelyn’s head suddenly drops to the pillow like she’s just succumbed to extreme exhaustion and her breathing gets more and more shallow. Tiny mewls escape her lips as her arm and leg muscles tense and seize.

Fuck, what the hell is happening to her?

I grit my teeth, watching her transform from raging bitch to one step above a vegetable in only a few seconds. I stand still, staring at her, willing her to light me on fire again with that mouth, but she only moans louder. Blood rushes between my ears as I rub at the stress knot tight against the base of my spine. Are these side effects? What if she’s having a reaction to the injection? What if she’s allergic? What if she convulses and fucking dies on me?

In the Severinov’s goddamn safehouse, of all places?

I’d have to chop her up and bury her somewhere in the desert!

Otherwise, I’ll end up in my own grave next to hers.

With a throbbing pulse, I walk back toward her, concern outweighing all primal urges at this point. Beads of sweat dot her forehead as her whimpers get fainter and fainter.

I lower my head to her chest, her pulse double the speed of my own.

Her eyelids flicker and flutter as if she’s about to black out, her skin clammy.

Holy shit, I need to call an ambulance!

“Hey, Jaelyn,” I murmur, smoothing back her hair. “Are you ok?—?”

But before I can even utter the words, a paralyzing shock of pain erupts between my legs and before I can catch myself, I collapse right on top of her. My stomach leaps into my throat and the anguish resulting from her shin colliding with my balls roars through my groin like a wildfire incinerating everything in its path. “Goddammit!” I roar, doubling over as I roll off of the bed.

“Fuck you, Sergio!” she sings, alert, awake, and most importantly, alive. Sure, she may have just sterilized me, but death would be much more painful.

For me, I mean.

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