Page 74 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

He says something in Italian and I’m pretty sure he’s swearing. Matteo hustles me across the sidewalk and up the stairs to the Fort Knox door. Once we’re inside, he pushes me back into it, and that hum of awareness revs right up to high.

“You see things that aren’t there. Your fucking brother pulled a gun on you. Sliced you with a broken bottle. I should have killed him where he stood.”

I shouldn’t be turned on right now, I know that. But I am. If he slipped his hand down into my jeans, he’d find me wet and possibly willing. I narrow my eyes, needing to fight, to find my self-control. This man is dangerous in more ways than I ever thought.

“You can’t,” I say softly, the taunt clear. “Because ultimately, you’re just an employee.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Heaven. And don’t think you can play me. You’ll never, ever win.”

I run my fingers down his torso, over the muscles hidden by his clothes and down the front of his pants where I wrap them around his growing hard-on. “But I can, because this makes you weak.”

“Watch it, Heaven. As I said, actions have consequences.”

“You talk the talk, Matteo, but really, you’re just the grunt worker. The muscle. The meat without a brain. Is that why you want me? Not just to fuck, but to run things?”

He takes hold of my wrist, but he doesn’t pull my hand free. Instead, he pumps it up and down on him as he grinds into me. “Depends on how you’re going to run things. If it’s you getting me off, then I’m down. If you think you can order me around, oh,amore mio, you’re a fucking fool.” He dips his head against my ear, his tongue tracing the delicate, sensitive skin. “And I don’t think you’re anything near a fool.”

“Let go of me.”

“Get on your knees, Heaven. Put that mouth to good use. I bet it feels likeheavenfucking your throat.”

My knees tremble and my blood throbs in my veins. I realize with horror he’s no longer working my hand. I am, and I’m seconds from doing what he said.

I want to taste him.

I want him in me.

With some kind of superwoman effort, I let go and shove him hard.

Matteo doesn’t move.

I lift my hand to slap him, to try anything at all to get him away from me before I lose the last shreds of my control.

But he captures my hands, squeezing my wrist as he brings my palm up to his mouth. He licks the center, his blue eyes glittering with savage intent, and I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re moving the wedding up. You’re mine, Heaven, don’t forget it.”

“This isn’t the Dark Ages.”

“And never try and hit me again, not unless you want to play. I always play to win, and you might not like what I do to you.”

“Threats, Matteo?”

He grins, and it’s heated and wild and devastating, and liquid need spreads through me. “Promises, Heaven. I can give you orgasms. I can force them. I can withhold them, too. Remember that.”

He steps back and releases me and suddenly I can breathe again.

“You won’t ever be touching me.”

“We both know that’s a lie. And I think I’m going to need to show you exactly how serious I am, Heaven. Tonight, you’re going to learn your lesson.”

CHAPTER17

MATTEO

Ididn’t bring Heaven to one of my sex clubs tonight to watch a show.

I brought her here to star in one.

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