Page 21 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Yes.”

The room contracts until it’s just me and him, and that beat of awareness that thickens the air between us makes my blood hot and needy in my veins.

“It’s my first time at something like this.” I decide to skirt close to the truth, because I can play him into giving me something on his boss, I know it. Especially if he thinks I’m some kind of naïve female.

“I know.”

Desire flares dark, and I’m aware he’s mocking me. “You don’t know me.”

“I know you’re trying to pretend you don’t harbor deep, dark desires. I know you want me to taste your skin, maybe slide my hand down under your dress to see if you’re wearing underwear. A thong, if I’m not mistaken. And I bet it’s lace and wet as fuck right now.”

Heat licks me again, deep inside my belly. This asshole is right. I’m wet. I want him to touch me. This has spiraled hard and fast out of my control, and he knows it. It’s the stillness to him that gives him power. They probably have a class on it.

“You go someplace far away in your head when you come close to the true depths of your desires.”

I frown. “I don’t know you.”

“No one comes here for coffee and cake,” he murmurs. “They come to fulfill those fantasies. And you want to do exactly that. I’m betting right now, in all your fantasies, I’m the star.”

“Does this work on most women?”

He laughs softly. “Just you. Because you like a challenge. And you want to be tied up like those women and teased to orgasm. You want to give me your control. You want a taste.”

I try to form words but can’t. There are no snappy comebacks, nothing at all but need and heat and hunger. I’m throbbing, every pulse point alive and calling for satiation. I sway a little and gasp in air, and he doesn’t move at all.

With effort, I ask, “And if I do?”

His gaze drops to my mouth, lingers.

“Permission to touch?”

CHAPTER3

MATTEO

Heaven Mulligan has no idea who I am.

I know her. Even if I hadn’t been told she was here, I’d have picked her out.

It’s not the long, wavy red hair that grazes the small of her back or the clear green eyes that make her stand out. It’s the attitude. She thinks she can play me, and I like that. I also like the way her eyes give away every lustful sensation coursing through her, even though it’s damn clear she’s trying hard to resist them.

My question hangs there, gathering power. But she’s already mine even if she doesn’t know it.

And I’ll have her.

Totally and completely.

Her breath hitches, and her pulse throbs hard and erratic in her slender throat. She’s going to say yes. I know the signs. I can manipulate with a look, with a single touch. I can seduce in my sleep.

Only I don’t want to seduce. I want to devour, I want to take everything she’s both willing and unwilling to give. I don’t need to; it’s a side perk.

And she’s going to say yes to my question.

Within the game I’m playing, there are so many pieces. The players themselves are pawns, and she’s the most delicious of all. I’d take her if she wasn’t, of course, but this is better. Things couldn’t have happened better than if I’d planned them.

Some might call me an opportunist, and I am. But one with teeth and an eye on the long game, the prize ahead.

Up until now I’ve kept the Mulligans waiting, dangling as I’ve moved things where I want them. And I’ve kept away from Heaven. She’s thrown a pretty wrench into things, but I’m good with that. The stage is set, and her walking in unannounced shows me plenty about her. And her reactions to me also tell a tale.

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