Page 55 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“You and your freaky, twisted sex shit? Never.”

“You loved my freaky, twisted sex shit,” I say, moving in once again and blocking her path around me. “Don’t try to deny it. You may have come looking for dirt onme, but you found out you liked it even more smeared all over yourself.” She tries to hit me, but I capture her wrist in my hand. “Don’t,” I whisper. “Not unless you want me to punish you.”

“Oh, you’d hit me?” she asks, pushing against me. “You’d beat on your fiancée, Matteo? Is that howyour kinddeals with their women?”

“Punish,” I say, gently cupping her chin in my hand and raising her face to me. Her green eyes glitter with arousal and fury. “And we both know after last night just how much you’ll enjoy it. But I can make it wait. I can withhold your orgasms or force them upon you until either way you scream for mercy.”

“Torture?”

I move her back into the door again and press against her, not releasing her chin as I let her feel my arousal. A soft sound escapes her bruised lips, like she’s drowning, yearning, fighting a losing battle. Like she’s lost in a way she doesn’t understand.

“Of the exquisite kind, Heaven. The kind where you come back and beg for more. Like last night.”

A bright red flush creeps into her cheeks. “It was just new to me. I’d never?—”

“You fucking loved it,” I say, “and that was a mere taste, a hint, of the pleasures I can bring you, of the pleasure and passion I can tease from you.”

“I—”

“There are two ways to do this. Choose the one that will bring you pleasure, Heaven. The kind you can’t even dream of. The kind you glimpsed…and loved.”

Her eyes flutter shut at my low tones, and she sways in. I let her go, even though my body throbs with needs I want to unleash on her and have her fulfill. Her on her knees, my cock in her mouth. Her bent over the sofa and me pounding into her. Stripping her slowly and bringing every inch of her to life until she begs me to shatter her.

But instead, I step back and wait. Her eyes snap open and she glares at me, taking in the stillness. “Or I can straight up punish you by walking the fuck away and letting the cartel drink your family’s blood. Every single one, even your lovely aunt, will be tortured and die.”

I pull the small box from my pocket and hold it out on the palm of my hand.

“Easy, hard, or not at all. It’s up to you. Blood on your hands or people kept safe.” I’m partially lying. They’ll be kept safe. Right up until I get everything I want from her and her family.

Once I win Heaven over, once I own her body and soul and heart, she’ll willingly sign over everything to me, and when the carnage clears and the bodies are gone, this pivotal stronghold will belong to me.

Just like New York.

“And they’ll be safe?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“You’ll take a woman who doesn’t want you for money?”

“I’ll take a woman I want.” My hand’s still out, still steady. “I don’t need your money. I have money. I have plenty of everything. And now, I have you.”

She swallows, gaze going to the box, then back to me. “Why would you want someone who doesn’t want you?”

“You want me, Heaven. Lie all you want with that mouth of yours. But actions don’t lie. Your body doesn’t lie. And me wanting you, you wanting me, that’s a perk. Solid family ties are more lucrative than a wad of cash in your bank account. Leverage gives me power. Having you by my side gives me and you power.”

“I won’t give up on my plans for the future,” she says, sticking her hands on her hips. “Don’t think I’m going to be a good little wifey to you. I have goals and being married to you won’t stop me from reaching them.”

“I sure as hell hope not. I’m counting on you fighting to achieve everything you deserve. In fact,” I say with a smile. “I’m going to do everything in my power to help you.”

I flip open the top of the box in my palm.

Heaven gasps, and her eyes glimmer like the large rock staring back at her. She doesn’t make a move. “Am I supposed to wear this?”

“It’s customary. Take it. Put it on.” Our gazes meet. “Now.”

She reaches out to graze it, quickly retracting her finger as if she’s touched a hot coal instead of a diamond.

“I can do it for you.”

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