Page 199 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Sergio glares at me, his lips parting and then slamming shut once he realizes that I’m right. I would be useless to him.

“Please,” I say again, hating how my voice takes on a slight whimper. I wiggle my toes, the urge to spread my legs overwhelming. And not just because I’m fighting a massive internal lust fest with my captor.

He walks out of the room and returns with what looks like a box cutter. With a flick of his wrist, he slices through the tape, and my ankles fly apart. I am so overwhelmed with relief that I can move some part of my body that I don’t even think to give him another kick.

He does have the box cutter, after all.

And even though I know he wouldn’t kill me, he might just cut off a finger or toe out of spite.

No, thank you.

I’ll behave.

For now.

“Thanks,” I say, breathing out a deep sigh as blood returns to my feet. The tingling sensation eases up as soon as the circulation returns, the tips of my toes again tan instead of stark white.

“Are you hungry?” he asks in a gruff voice.

“No,” I say with a hint of defiance. The truth is, my stomach is still in knots, I guess from whatever drug hangover I’m still suffering. I pushed through the head and body aches, refusing to let them encumber me, but the nausea is still in force.

Not that I want him to see me in that compromised state.

I won’t.

This time when he walks out of the room, I let him go without another word.

What’s the point?

I can bitch and complain and lash out at him, but it won’t change the fact that I’m pretty much at his mercy right now.

All because Nate played his part so well the other night. We made him desperate, just as we intended. The problem is, we didn’t anticipate how very desperate he actually is.

Or that he’d resort to kidnapping in an attempt to take over our business.

He doesn’t strike me as the type of guy to pull such an impulsive stunt. He seemed unruffled each time I saw him. Sure, he got a little heated, but nothing that would indicate he’d snap like a rubber band.

And that he did.

I sigh, using my feet to slide myself higher up on the bed so that I don’t suffer dislocation of my shoulders as a result of being handcuffed like this.

I wonder how people into BDSM do this kind of shit for fun. I mean, they chain themselves up and use all kinds of contraptions during sex play…at least, from what I hear. I bite down on my lower lip, a shiver slipping down my spine. I never thought about it before, but now…

I swallow hard, my breath hitching. An image of Sergio walking back into the bedroom flashes across my mind and I shift on the bed, slamming my legs together as tingles in my core ignite.

Dammit. What in the hell is happening right now?

He crawls onto the bed and slides my leggings down to my ankles, pulling them off one foot at a time before flinging them to the floor. He forces my knees apart, his hands running down the inside of my thighs, grasping the flesh hard with his fingertips.

I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and allowing my mind and body to succumb to the fantasy.

His head dips lower, his breath hot against my wet pussy. When his tongue slips inside, my stomach clenches, my hips driving upward against his mouth.

I can feel his palms cup my ass as he lifts me upward, dragging his tongue out and flicking it against my clit before he sinks back into me. He sucks my clit between his teeth enough for a ball of electricity to fizzle and spark deep within my core.

A tiny mewl slips from my mouth as I wiggle and writhe on the mattress, the imaginary scenario causing a slew of tremors to erupt within me.

My eyes fly open.

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