Page 470 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

How could he just stop?

Oh, Christ.

How could I want to keep going?

“You wanted a taste of freedom, yeah?” he says in his devilishly sexy voice, pulling me against him and covering my mouth with his. Our teeth crack together, our tongues hot, coiling with desire as we claw at each other, our hands desperate to close the space between us.

I lose all track of time, forgetting where we are and that whatever is happening between us will be over once the night ends.

How could it not be?

I have a plan for my life, and it doesn’t include random hookups with hot foreign guys in nightclubs.

When we finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, the fog surrounding my mind thickens. Conflict consumes me…my body craving far more than my mind will allow it to take.

Loud voices coming from just outside of the room shatter the otherwise still air and I slide off of Zeno’s lap, smoothing my hair and fixing the top of my dress. He grins lazily at me.

“I prefer it the other way.”

I let out a nervous giggle. “I don’t…I mean, I’ve never done that before. Like, in public.” And the fumbled attempts to do it in private have never made my heart race faster than a thoroughbred trying to win the Triple Crown.

“I know. That’s why I stopped,” he says.

“Well, maybe I didn’t want to stop,” I quip, smoothing the front of my dress. “Maybe I liked where it was headed.”

“I gave you a taste,” he mutters as Kat and Chloe come dancing into the VIP room. “That’s what you wanted. And for the record, I don’t think you could handle what I really want to do to you.”

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