Page 181 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

My fingertips tingle, bright spots flashing in front of my eyes as white noise consumes the space between my ears.

Instead of focusing on the issue at hand, I’m back in the club, lost in her eyes…clear green ones taunting me, with sparks of fury glittering in the depths. I’m envisioning her deep red lips that twisted into the sexiest of scowls, clamped tight around my dick and those luscious tits bouncing hard as she rides me.

“Are you listening to me?” Matteo says, his voice muffled as if he’s speaking underwater.

My mind races in time with my rocketing pulse.

Risks, there are so many risks to this plan…

I can’t.

I won’t!

It isn’t fair to go into battle without consulting with the troops first.

Right?

Right!

I know the rules. I know how the game is played.

But something happened tonight.

Something I couldn’t control.

My breath catches as I see Jaelyn turn away from me with that one real smile, swinging her hips, that tight dress barely covering her ass as she walks back into the club, swallowed up by the lights.

What in thefuck?

I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

“Serge!” Matteo barks, jolting me. There’s an expression of concern on her face. “Where the fuck did you go? It looks like you just blacked out there for a second.”

I blink fast, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell is happening to me? Am I having a fucking stroke right now? Why can’t I stop seeing her? Feeling her? Smelling her?

Matteo’s voice fades away, my heart thumping faster and faster. I don’t know if it’s the rage coursing through me, the guilt over Enrico, or the frustration of not knowing for sure what move to make next, but my brain is spinning out of control like a goddamn top.

And I’m about to snap like an overstretched rubber band.

“Fine, we take it to the table,” I rasp, limping away from them. I slam the door to my bedroom, collapsing against the back of it, gulping in as much oxygen as my lungs can hold.

I don’t lose control!

I don’t let emotions command me, like my brothers Dante and Roman!

But even as those words thunder between my temples, I fumble with my belt, shove my pants to my knees, and grab my cock. Thanks to the salacious highlight reel that’s been looping through my mind for the last few minutes, it’s already stiff as steel against my palm. I lean my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as I imagine Jaelyn handcuffed to my bed.

Naked. Gagged.

Writhing as my tongue delves into her slit, plundering her soft folds.

I stroke my dick harder and faster, my chest heaving.

She’s the enemy…

A sexy and devious one, equal parts erotic and deadly.

My breath hitches as I feel her pussy tighten around my throbbing cock. So wet, so greedy as it pulls me deeper. Her legs lock around me, her hips thrusting against me as she digs her heels into the mattress.

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