Page 23 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I wait to see what she’ll do. She’s an underboss, but she’s young. Part of me expects her to back out, to run, after stepping inside. But the other part of me knows she’s different. Unexpected. Heaven isn’t the type to back down, and her bravery has nothing to do with the excitement that blushes her pale skin and makes her movements slightly jerky because of the adrenaline and anticipation hitting her blood.

Her gaze falls on a whip. “You think you’re going to use that on me?”

“It depends.” I close the door and lean against it. “Have you been bad? Is it one of your fantasies?”

She turns, pupils dilated. “No.”

There’s hesitation there, and my cock twitches at that. She’s a delectable morsel of contradictions with deep veins of untapped passion. I want to tap all of it.

“What is it you want?”

She stands there, head up, proud, trying to look like she does this every day, and I almost smile. “To talk?” Heaven says.

“No one comes here to talk.” I make no move to straighten, to go to her. “At least, not just talk.”

She swallows.

“Right near you, on the wall, are brass hooks.”

Heaven moves to them, looking up, bless her weirdly innocent ass. Not that I think she’s a virgin, just that there’s something about her.

“I could tie you up.”

“Why would you do that?” She plants her feet apart, her hands clenching.

She’s so ripe for the picking. “Why do you think?”

Heaven’s eyes go wide, and she swallows the moment the implications of my words connect. “I didn’t come in here for that.”

“Really?” Still, I remain where I am. My cock aches but I ignore it. “Do I look like the kind of man who’s in a sex club just to talk?”

“I didn’t…I…” She stops, licking her lips, and the tip of her tongue holds my attention.

In here, there’s nothing but the sound of her breathing. A slightly uneven sound, laden with all the things she’s not saying, and I can read them all. Heaven doesn’t let go of control, but she wants to. She’s tempted to see what I can offer. She’s so turned on. Yes, what’s going on in my club is part of it, but that’s not the thing driving the lust in her veins. It’s the situation between her and me.

She’s handing me everything.

All her little tells. All the things that get her hot and wet. And we’ve barely touched. With each passing second of my game, I know I have her locking herself in, giving me everything. That makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

“Well, not normal conversation, at least. Dirty talk, maybe, if the fringe benefits are enticing enough.”

Heaven’s breasts heave as she takes a gulp of air. She’s teetering. Right on the edge, ready to fall into me and my trap. “What fringe benefits?”

And there it is.

“You.”

Now I move. I walk slowly to her, until we’re almost touching. Her nostrils flare as her eyelids flutter, and she isn’t sure of her next move, but the sway of her body toward me makes it for her.

“I’m not here to be your dinner.”

“I was thinking dessert.”

She gathers her strength and steps back. It isn’t a retreat. I don’t make the mistake of thinking that. It’s space to think, and I move in, just one step. I don’t want her thinking. I want her reacting.

“Maybe you should go on a diet,” she says.

I almost laugh at the cool bite to her words. She’s close to the wall with the hooks. I don’t move closer, instead I cross to the toys and open a small box, pulling out slender scarves in greens and oranges, colors to compliment her.

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