Page 61 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I smile and run my gaze slowly over her. “The master bedroom is upstairs.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “I think I’d rather a guest room.”

“I’ll take the guest room,” I say. “I had the master made up for you.”

“What’s your game, Matteo?”

“I can wait for what I want. That’s all.” I gesture to the stairs.

Heaven rests her hand on the polished wood banister and slides it up as she slowly takes each step toward the second floor where the master bedroom is situated. With a glance back over her shoulder at me, she pushes open the door.

She stops short, letting out a low whistle. “Wow,” she breathes, stepping farther into the room.

I stand in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe while she takes in the space. The bedding is bright white with soft furry throw pillows in warm, muted tones scattered across the top.

Windows line the wall opposite the bed, and a view of the city lights up the dark night sky. I had the modern furniture in the room replaced with more plush pieces, and a thick, white fur rug now sits in the middle of the room to complete the look and feel of luxe comfort.

Heaven turns to look at me. “It’s lovely.”

“I’m glad you like it.” The urge to fling her into the center of the bed and strip her down takes hold, but it’s a fantasy for now, nothing more. I glance at my watch. “I have some place to be. I think you’re all set here, though.”

She walks over to a tall mirror in the corner of the room and loosens the rubber band holding her thick, lush hair away from her face. It cascades down her back, the highlights glimmering in the soft overhead lights.

“I don’t suppose you have any clothes I can borrow. I didn’t exactly have time to pack, you know,” she says dryly.

Clothes. Shit, I didn’t think of that. Maybe it’s because every time a vision of her appears in my mind, she’s naked.

Exactly the way I want her.

I walk over to a dresser and pull out a T-shirt and gym shorts. “I’ll get you anything you need tomorrow. In the meantime, wear these.”

“I thought you had somewhere to go.”

“I do.”

“But you’re…what? Waiting for this?” She unzips the dress and pushes it from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet.

She’s standing there in lace and high heels, sexy and sleek.

I want to devour her. My power play has flipped on me. If she’s intimidated, she’s not acting like it. Her gaze is a big “fuck you” as she stares at me and deliberately licks her lips.

I don’t move. I don’t breathe. I just watch, like some fucking psycho creeper who’s never seen a woman strip before.

Her lips curl upward and her eyes tussle with mine, challenging me to walk away and ignore the vision of erotic bliss in front of me.

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, too.

I accept her challenge and close the space between us, standing right next to her, not touching, even though my fingertips tingle with the need to caress her creamy skin, to feel her tremble beneath them like she did the other night. With a narrow-eyed look, she unhooks her bra and lets it flutter to the floor. Her breasts really are gorgeous. The dark pink nipples peak, beckoning me to nip and tug at them with my mouth.

She gazes up at me from beneath her thick lashes, her tits brushing my chest, and my mouth waters, remembering how incredible she tasted.

“You look like a guy who’s never seen a woman naked before,” she says. “Enjoy the view, because this is all you’re getting for a long, long time.”

Heaven grabs the T-shirt and pulls it on.

“I don’t think so,amore mio. Your little show let me see just how excited you are. You want another taste.”

“I’m not a sadist.”

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