Page 82 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

She goes for me again, but it’s an easy matter to roll over and pin her, holding her wrists down.

“Maybe a little, but I find this far more interesting.”

Her eyes are pure green fire. “I’m sure you do.”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, and I’ll show you exactly how much more interesting it is.” I rake my gaze over her as I rise up.

If she survives, she’ll never speak to me again, but I decide to take what I can now and walk.

If.

Either way, dead or alive, Heaven and I are fleeting, together as long as she’s useful, until I turn her and the cocksuckers over. And then I’ll destroy my other enemy, too. But that’s for a later date.

And thinking all these things now is dangerous. She has a way of reading me, of seeing past things, of asking all the right questions about my veiled words. I need to keep her distracted and now I know how.

It’s a beautiful plan, using lust and morphing it into love.

“Come on, my little deviant, let’s get home.” I rise and throw the dress to her and start to pull on my clothes.

There’s a bathroom that she primps in, but no one can wipe that just-fucked look from her face. Her mouth is swollen, her eyes a little dark, the excitement and satiation an announcement to anyone who looks. I pour us a couple of shots of whiskey from my liquor cabinet as I wait. I hand her one, and down mine.

Heaven cups her hands around her lowball glass. “Underwear?”

“Not on your life. I’m keeping them.”

I expect her to try and savage me, but she smiles, the haze of a good fucking still working its magic. “A collection?”

“Until I convince you not to wear any.”

She raises her brows and takes a swallow of her whiskey, that innocent-experienced look on her face again. It’s utterly compelling, just like her. And this, right now? It’s the most comfortable we’ve been together since the engagement was officially announced.

But I rise from where I sit, and cross to her, taking her now-empty glass and set it down. “Let’s go home. I want you naked again…in our bed.”

“I’m still not sure if I like you, Matteo.”

“That’s fine. I’ll settle for hate sex. I’m easy.”

She doesn’t move. “How old are you? I don’t really know anything about you.”

“Thirty.”

“I can work with that. And just think, if I don’t kill you, I’ll be thirty-five in just over a decade and in my sexual prime. Imagine what we could do.”

If only…

She’s fucking high on sex. It’s different for her, and I’m fascinated. Which, I tell myself, is good. It makes the rest of my seduction of every part of Heaven that much easier.

I take her hand, and at the door I turn and brush her mouth with my lips. Then I look at her and kiss her again, claiming her lips in a soft, deep kiss that borders on romantic.

She’s panting as I finally step back. “What was that for?”

I really don’t know. “A new beginning,amore mio.” I settle her mask back in place, and then my own.

Before I can open the door, she does something that shocks me. Heaven stares up at me a moment, and then rises on her toes and kisses me. It’s a hot, full-on kiss, her tongue dancing with mine, and we merge, fuel to each other’s fire. Finally she draws away, her hands on my chest. “A new beginning.”

Heaven, I suspect, is still a little drunk on her orgasm. I know I am. And that something else that’s there between us. Sexual compatibility. Explosive sexual compatibility. Women confuse it, and the chemicals that ride our veins when it clicks, with love, confuse the intimate moments with emotions. And I’ll use it. Fuck, I’ll use it all. I might get a little singed but it’s been a while since I’ve indulged in dangerous risk of the wrong kind, and the fact I need to do that to get what I want is all the excuse I need.

I also suspect Heaven’s trying to feel her way, to use the shift that happened back in the warehouse on the edge of Hell’s Kitchen caused by the shock of her fuckwit brother pulling the gun and the thrill of me coming in on my white horse to save her.

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