Page 520 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Because there’s too much fire in you and you don’t know when to pull it back. You’re out of control.” His fingertips graze my arms, sending shivers fluttering through me.

“And you think you can tame me?” My voice cracks as I think of all the ways I’d love for him to do just that.

Jesus, what the hell am I even thinking right now? There is at least one, potentially more, assassins scouring the city for me, and I’m obsessing about Zeno, those thick fingertips…and other parts of his body that haven’t yet grazed my prickled skin.

He nods, his lips curling into a devilish grin. “I know I can, not that you could handle it.”

This is so sick and twisted. Someone is plotting my death, and instead of focusing on how the hell I’m going to save myself, I can’t think about anything other than launching myself at this virtual stranger in my best friend’s living room.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

He shrugs. “So is staying alive when you have the kinds of families we do.”

“True,” I muse. I stare up at him, swallowing hard, channeling all of the angst twisting my gut and transforming it into something much more carnal. “Good thing I’ve never lost a single one.”

“Yet,” he whispers, stroking the side of my cheek.

“Well, I hate to break it to you,” I breathe against his ear. “But I don’t need a babysitter. And I definitely don’t need anyone whothinksthey have the power to control me.” I lean forward, purposefully puffing out my chest even though my heart feels like it might explode out of it.

I’ve never been so captivated by lust before in my life and it’s making me woozy with need. A thick fog settles over me as his hot breath flutters against my cheek. Damn, this whole cat and mouse game is making me way hotter than it should. I sway against him, feeling more drunk than I did at the club earlier.

His musky scent, his deep-set eyes, his fuck-me-now smirk — it all has me sufficiently twisted and trapped under a spell so strong, I don’t know if I can break free.

And for once, I don’t care.

I’m a damn liar for telling him I don’t need anyone who thinks they can wield any power over me. And I’m a worse liar for telling myself I don’t wanthim.

A random hotel security guard who just so happened to save my life.

Except he’s so much more than that…so much more that I still need to become acquainted with.

So much more that I plan to experience firsthand.

And while there are plenty of other things that should be weighing on my mind like calling my friend for much-needed help, I force it all into the dark corners of my mind. In this second, I don’t want to think about the dangers that lurk outside the walls of this apartment.

I don’t want to waste time worrying about what will happen when we leave this delicious little slice of seclusion.

And I sure as hell don’t want to scare myself with the reality that my life, as I know it, may be over.

No, right now I only want to experience Zeno and the blissful sensation of his devious tongue sliding into my?—

Heavy footsteps startle me, and I jump back with a gasp.

Bruno clears his throat as he approaches from the hallway. “So, uh, should we just stay here or, ah…?”

My eyes flicker toward Zeno’s hooded ones, the corners of his mouth curling upward. “Go back to the hotel with Aldo,” he grunts to Bruno. “Tell Serge I’ll explain everything when I call.”

Bruno rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah, like that’s gonna go over well. Can’t you just call him before I get there? You know the way your cousin gets when he’s in interrogation mode, and I’ve got ten fingers and a cock I’d like to keep attached to me.”

“Tell him I’ll call him later, that the immediate threat is gone,” Zeno says in a more forceful tone, never once tearing his hungry gaze away from me.

Bruno lets out a frustrated sigh and throws his hands in the air. “I guess I’ll just call an Uber, then?”

That jolts me and I run toward my purse and grab a set of keys, tossing them to Bruno. “No, take my car.”

He dangles them and narrows his eyes at me. “Great, so if someone really is looking to ice you, they’ll just come after me instead.” He tosses them back at me. “I’ll take my chances with Uber, thanks.” He pulls out his phone and stabs the screen as he walks out the door, Aldo following close behind.

I bite down on my lower lip. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” I whisper. “I mean, he’s by himself out there and we don’t know who might be waiting?—”

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