Page 18 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I need a look, to see him in his element, get a feel, even if it’s from afar, which is what I’m aiming for. And, if I find a few things out along the way…good. I’m not going in blind to our upcoming meeting.

“It’s weird, and I don’t like being shut out.” I flash my brother a smile. “Where better to find out dirt than in his domain? He’s not one to go into business ventures.”

“It might be his family. That’s what Dad and Conor said. A family business venture.”

“Conor—” I pause as we cross the vast foyer toward the doors to the inner sanctum. “Conor’s tight-lipped on this.”

“You have a point.”

Conor usually wouldn’t know the meaning of the word discretion, let alone secret. So, this worries me. “Of course I do. And he’s gotten his head stuck so far up Dad’s ass that he’ll listen to any offer Villani makes us and take it without even knowing who or what we’re dealing with.”

“But what are we gonna find out tonight, Heaven? How big the Villani cocks are? How many chicks they can bang at once? How is any of that gonna help you at that meeting?”

“I overheard them mention Matteo specifically. And if there’s dirt, I want it, but mostly, I want to observe him in his natural habitat, see what I can learn about him.”

Lots, if you’re smart about it. I’m intending to be a damn genius.

“How are you going to find Matteo with his mask on? Or any of them?”

“I’m Irish and pretty damn tenacious. Now, move.”

He might have a point, but I’ll find a way. I push open the second set of doors and we’re swallowed by a different world.

Low and sexy beats throb in the air, winding around us, and everything is rich and evocative and sexy. Toned, tall women move amid the patrons with silver trays of champagne flutes and shot glasses of some amber-colored liquid. They’re naked with black straps wound around their lithe bodies. The straps cross over their breasts, then wind over taut, oiled bellies, and through their legs, leaving waxed pussies on display. All they wear are stilettos and beautiful black masks.

My brother is staring hard, and I elbow him discreetly as I look around. The place is breathtaking. It’s an industrial space that’s on show with original beams and wrought iron, a tribute to SoHo’s history. The dark chandeliers that drip from the vaulted ceiling bathe it all in golden light. They set the mood rather than illuminate. The walls are a dark red, and there are doors leading off in various directions, along with a curved staircase nestled in the middle of the space leading up, and another to the left leading down.

This place is big. It must be more than the building we entered. The sex trade is obviously good for the Villani family.

Another narrow staircase, the one to the left, has my attention. It clearly leads to the underbelly of this wanton house of ill repute. I suck in a breath as two of the bound-up girls, one blonde and one brunette, place their trays on a nearby end table and start grinding together in the middle of the curved staircase as partygoers pass.

The blonde backs the brunette against the wrought-iron handrail, shimmying down the length of the brunette like she’s a freaking pole. The brunette throws her head back when the blonde’s hands disappear between her legs. And I can’t tear my gaze away as she sinks down to her knees, parts the brunette’s thighs, and licks her way up to her pussy.

Holy fuck.

I’ve watched porn before, but this?

I’m frozen. Girl on girl isn’t my thing, but this unadorned eroticism, this sexual heat, naked and open, is hot as hell.

“Jesus, Heaven,” Patrick says. “This place is off the fucking hook. If we do end up partnering with these guys, I’m gonna be here every night. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even perform.”

“They wouldn’t have you, Patty.” I drag him from the staircase scene to a darker corner. Someone rubs against me but I move away. “Remember why we’re here.”

“Right, right. Tonight, we spy.” He grins, his blue eyes twinkling. “But it’s not gonna stop me from gawking, sis. Sorry, not sorry.”

“Let’s take a lap around the place to start, okay?” I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when I see it.

Patrick is already heading off in a different direction, toward a hallway leading to God only knows what.

“Good idea.” He gives me a wink. “I’m lapping over there. You lap the other way and we’ll meet back here in like, thirty.”

“How am I going to find you? We can’t use our phones, it’s against the rules.”

“What happens if you break a rule?” His eyebrows shoot up. “Do they whip you? Chain you to a wall and use a Hitachi Magic Wand on you until you scream the safe word?”

I press my fingertips to my temples. “Good Lord, why did I bring you here?”

“Because you know I’m all about new experiences,” he says. “How the fuck have I survived this long without ever scoring an invite to a place like this? Look what I’ve been missing.” He grins. Patty may not be a frequenter of sex dens, but he sure isn’t hard up for female attention.

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