Page 210 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

He tips his head back and drains the rest of his drink.

“So, you’re going to let me go now, right?”

He stands up and walks over to the door, turning briefly to wink at me. “I still don’t trust you, princess. I want my share of your places if I’m gonna help you. This is gonna bring a lot of heat on me, and I’m not sticking my neck out for anyone without a guarantee. In writing. There’s no pussy out there that’s hot enough to distract me from what I’m owed, you hear me?”

“But, Nate?—”

“Is a big boy. And I’ll take care of him while you sit tight. You’re still my leverage, Jaelyn. I can save your brother, but my help doesn’t come for free. It’s gonna cost you. Plenty.”

“Can’t I at least call him?—?”

“And risk you telling him where you are so that the cartel, who most likely is already watching him, tails him here and turns this place into a fucking warzone?”

“I don’t even know where we are! I was drugged when you brought me here, or don’t you remember?” I scream. “I should have known you would be a complete dick about this! It’s who you are!”

“Hey, easy. I may be a dick, but I have what you want, Jaelyn, what youneed…strong fucking muscle.”

“You’re infuriating! I never should have trusted you!”

“Maybe not, because now my leverage has become much more valuable. I’m gonna get a partnership share for a much lower than asking price when I make my counteroffer.” He grins. “But, hey, you can at least be happy I’m not gonna kill you. I need to trade you for what I want in return so you get to live and we’ll get to work together. That’s something, isn’t it?”

“Did I say the head of the cartel was evil incarnate?” I yell. “Because I was fucking lying! It’s actuallyyou!”

“Evil incarnate. I like the sound of that. I might put it on my new business cards.”

“Only you would take that as a compliment!” I shriek, wanting so badly to fling a shoe at his head. But I have no shoe, or the capability to use either of my arms right now. “You are the fuckingworst!”

“Have another drink. You might feel differently.”

“I can’t hold the glass when both of my hands are cuffed together!” I glare at him, fury rising from deep within me as I see the smug look settle into his features. He stares down at me like I’m a sizzling steak and he’s a predator who hasn’t eaten in a week.

“I love your fire, you know that? You have to admit,” he murmurs, dragging a finger down the front of my shirt as he leans over me. The scent of his cologne intoxicates me, making my head instantly dizzy with pent-up lust. I’ve tried so hard to keep it bottled up since that night in his office, tried to ignore how my body instinctively hums with week-old aftershocks when it’s anywhere in his vicinity. But as much as I try to convince myself otherwise, the truth still comes back to haunt me. I want him with every cell of my being. On top of me, behind me, below me. Any and every which way. And dammit, I hate myself for that more than I claim to hate him.

“We blazed that night in my office. It was fucking hot.” He grins at me, his half-hooded gaze making my pussy tingle.

Goddammit! It’s the harshest betrayal I can imagine at this moment.

He tugs at the neckline of my top with his thumb. “You remember it. I know you do. And even though you think you hate me right now, you’re torn because you want me to fuck you again. Isn’t that right, Jaelyn?” He leans both of his hands onto the mattress, his body straddling me. His warm breath flutters against my cheeks like feathers and I close my eyes, turning my head away from his magnetic gaze.

“I do hate you,” I grumble. “So much.”

“Hate sex,” he says in that low, growly voice that makes my toes curl. “Is the best kind of sex. You wanna test the theory?”

“I want to call my brother,” I hiss, my eyes flying open again and spewing disgust. “And you’re a complete pig!”

“Why? Because I know what I want? Or because I know you want the same thing?”

“Don’t be stupid. I want nothing to do with you!”

“Well, we’ll have to figure out a way to get past our little issues if we’re going to work together.”

“Work with you?” I snort. “I wouldn’t walk to the end of the street with you!”

He slides his hand between my legs and I gasp, my back arching as his fingers brush against my pussy. “Uh-huh, that’s what I thought. You want more. I want more. We should get more.”

“I want…” I let out a sharp breath. “N-nothing!”

“Let’s see about that,” he says, looping his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and sliding them to my ankles. I lock my knees together to keep him from finding out my evidently worst-kept secret, but it’s a futile attempt. He slides his fingers against my slit, letting out a low groan as he dips his fingers inside of my wet folds.

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