Page 60 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“You’ll die of blue balls.”

“No,amore mio, I won’t. And it’s good to see you know your place. My loving bride. Although, I’d prefer a closed mouth and open legs. Unless, of course, you open that gorgeous mouth of yours for other, more X-rated reasons…”

She tries to pull free, but I tighten my hold.

“Make no mistake, Heaven. From this moment on, you’re mine. A wedding is nothing more than a formality. What happened within the walls of that office with your father is what binds us. And you know it.”

“I should kill you where you stand.”

I shrug, lifting my other hand to trail my knuckles along her collarbone. “You can try.”

“Maybe,” she says, raising her face to mine, her eyes glittering, “you might want to sleep with one eye open.”

I shift, my cock twitching in my pants. Like this, she’s a warrior queen. We both know there’s nowhere for her to go, and if she wants her family to live, then as far as she knows, I’m the only thing standing between them and death. But she’s born to fight. And it gets my blood pumping. Christ, I want to tie her up so badly and fuck that venomous streak right out of her while she screams for me to give her what she wants.

I’m beginning to think one taste of that pussy wasn’t nearly enough.

I want more…need more.

I’ll have it. But I need to play it right. Because this is seduction—of mind, body, and soul.

I press her in against my hard-on and drop my mouth to her ear, tangling my other hand in her ponytail. “Or maybe this is your way of asking me to fuck you senseless, Heaven.”

“No.”

“I bet if I slipped my fingers up your thigh and into your panties, your cunt would be hot and wet and willing. Wouldn’t it?”

She doesn’t answer, but the sharp little intake of breath is more than enough.

“You’ll come to me, Heaven. You’ll beg me to take you, taste you. And you know how I know? One touch right now and you’ll come. And I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

“Bastard.” She pulls free and I release her. It’s a game I’m playing, and her fire ignites me.

“I fucking despise you, and I despise Conor.”

“It’s his fault. I’m saving you, even if you don’t know it.”

“No. You’re shackling me, and we both know it.”

“You chose the life.”

“I was born into it. I made it into something, and you, my father, and my brother are taking that from me.” She spews the words, hovering right within touching distance. “I’ve cleaned up his messes for years and my father knows it. Conor didn’t earn his place. He doesn’t deserve what he’s been given.”

“No, he fucking doesn’t,” I say. “And I’m not taking you from anything. You could, if you choose, rule by my side. Have all you want and more.”

I’m sweetening the trap.

Heaven goes completely still and stares at me. There are chapters upon chapters etched into her conflicted expression.

“What are you saying?”

“That you can have what you want. As can I. You’ll be mine, but you’ll rule your turf.”

Until, of course, I take it all. But a smooth transition is needed for what I want. When I step in, I’ll be keeping all their ties in place. With Heaven, I’ll be able to do that more easily. And then, well…collateral damage for the final phase.

It’s a pity, because once tamed, she’d make a worthy partner.

For a moment, I think she’s going to push me on this, but she doesn’t. “I’m tired,” she says. “Where should I sleep?”

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