Page 190 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

A hot flush snakes up the sides of my neck as I press my ear against her throat. “Thank God,” I mutter when I hear the faint thumping of her pulse. I can’t prevent my fingertips from grazing her high cheekbones as the relieved breath expels from my mouth.

I do manage to yank back my hand before my traitorous fingers start tracing the outline of her full, pink lips.

I’m still in control of myself.

My situation on the other hand?

Completely fucked unless I do something other than ogle her unconscious form.

Sweat drizzles down my back as I scout my surroundings. I can’t dick around here for much longer.

Even though I had the needle in a case next to me, I really only wanted to talk to her. To reason with her. To convince her why it was in her best interest to take the money and run.

But not too far since I wanted a chance to dig my fingers into her hips again, rubbing myself against her curves, making her moan and scream my name…

My eyes fall back to her face, her skin stained a deep pink from the heat pounding us from overhead.

I am so full of shit.

Talking was the last thing on my mind, tied with incapacitation.

Thoughts pop between my ears like bullets.

What the hell have I done?

I swallow hard, my skin prickling with some combination of lust and angst. Conversely, Jaelyn looks so peaceful, her body limp as I wish I could say my cock is right now with her chest pressed against me. I expected her to be wearing the same expression she had painted on last night, her whole face twisted like she’d just taken a bite of the most sour lemon.

But instead, she looks relaxed, despite recent events…namely me, stabbing her with a needle right after destroying her G wagon.

I figured she’d show up early in the day. Call it a hunch. And after that verbal firefight with Matteo at the hotel, I needed to get the fuck away, to clear my head before I pulled my gun on him and blew off his head. That’s when my not-so-brilliant plan took shape.

Note to self…never try to plan when you’re about to erupt like Mount St. Helen’s.

I thought if I got out for a little while, came up with a new and more convincing way to get Torres to listen to my terms, I could salvage things by going through his sister first.

Going through her, under her, over her, behind her…

Jesus, I wanted her every which way.

Except the way I have her right now.

A whiff of Jaelyn’s perfume teases my nostrils as I back away from her car with her in my arms. It smells light and fresh, not like the heady, sexy scent that wafted around her last night.

It makes her seem softer than she was only hours earlier. Less like a viper. More vulnerable.

Well, yeah, considering she’s knocked out right now and I’m about to stick her in the back of my car headed…somewhere.

I quickly wipe off the door handle to rid it of my fingerprints, and carry her over to my car on the opposite side of the road. The tall grasses were my big advantage when I sent her careening off the road. I glance back at her car, my throat tight.

Torres will find it.

He’ll flip the fuck out and come looking for us when Jaelyn is nowhere to be found.

Because he’ll know we delivered on our threat, exactly the way he did.

I take in a deep breath, staring down at her bronze skin, her dark hair splayed over my arms, the wheels in my mind circling furiously with no destination in sight.

For hours and hours, I dreamed about holding her close, fantasized about having her plastered against me.

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