Page 20 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I shiver again, feeling that sensation from before, when someone’s touch slides over me, making me burn hotter than the scene before me.

“Like what you see?” a voice says against my ear.

His voice is low and rich and full of wicked intent, and it’s like a caress against my skin. I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control.

I attempt to maintain composure. “It’s interesting.”

The man laughs, and I turn to face him, but he slides back behind me. His fingers don’t touch, but I can feel the flutter in the air as he slips them down just shy of caressing my exposed back. “There are better things here.”

“I’m just here to observe.”

“An innocent?”

“Innocent? At something like this?” I laugh. “Hardly.”

I’m in so far over my head, I could easily be drowning, but I’m not. I’m good at hiding behind a mask, and I toss my hair, aiming for cool, bored, and unaffected. I’m anything but. And this man—whoever he is—pushes my pulse higher than the scene I just witnessed.

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmurs, rich voice full of amusement and latent heat. “Lots of people are curious…”

My heart beats fast. He must work here. I can use that. “You could say I’m curious.” I pause. “I have questions.”

“I’m sure you do.” His voice changes, and a jolt of electricity shoots through my blood.

It can’t be Matteo. This man sounds American. Sensuous, darkly dangerous, like once-in-a-lifetime sex. Which is what he’d have staff for—to create that feeling and push it along.

This guy must be that. I test my theory. “Do you come here often?”

“A loaded question.”

Heat snakes through me. “I meant?—”

“I’ve freedom to do what I want, who I want, when I want, as long as the club runs smoothly.”

Pay dirt. I shift, but so does he. I still can’t catch a glimpse of him, and that small game of cat and mouse makes my blood pressure tick up. “You work here.”

“Meeting women like you isn’t work.”

Words that must make women drop their panties. I swallow. “Is it hard to keep an eye on things?”

“I only keep an eye on what interests me. That room is a show, to allow the curious a small taste of the life, a day pass, if you will. The other one before that is for those who want to play straight out and dirty. Couples who want to be watched. People who like to play with others. There are more…intriguing rooms, if you’re interested.”

I turn again, and this time he stays in place, letting me see him, and a thrill surges in my blood.

Matteo picks his staff with perfection.

This man has thick black hair and an air of power about him, like a Roman god. Through the black mask he’s got the most devastatingly blue eyes I’ve ever seen, like molten sex. And his mouth, oh, that mouth is sensuous. I bet he can do things that would put Satan to shame with that mouth. He’s gorgeous, I can see that, even with the mask. He’s tall, and I have to lift my chin to truly see him, and he holds me there with his gaze, making my pulse leap and spin.

“Why would I be interested?”

His mouth curves very slightly, almost like he’s mocking me. “You’re here.”

“So I am.”

“This place, done right, has the ability to feed your deepest fantasies and desires.” He considers me, then leans in, breath hot against my ear, making me shiver. “Especially the ones you didn’t know you had.”

“You think you could give me that?”

He meets my gaze again, burning down into me.

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