Page 359 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“I know you haven’t made a move to leave. And you had a chance to grab my gun but you didn’t.”

“So what, that makes me a glutton for punishment, doesn’t it?” I flutter my eyelashes at him. “In which case, how could I be anything but innocent?”

“No innocent would be able to handle the punishment I’d deliver,” he snarls, lowering his forehead against mine.

The cloud of desire swirling around me is so thick, I may just choke on it.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I murmur as the door opens as Jameson struts back into the lounge.

His expression is pinched and he looks seriously pissed off.

May be just the break I need to cut ties with The Italian Stallion.

And that time could not come soon enough.

Uncle Boris wouldn’t be happy about this little detour I’ve taken.

The job was to kill Vigo, not trade sexual innuendoes with a man who may possibly want to killmeif he finds out my true identity.

I shove my shoulder against Gio and he finally backs away, a wicked glimmer in those deep blue pools. “No need to be rude.”

I lift an eyebrow. “I’m going to use the restroom.”

“Sounds good. I’ll join,” he says.

I balk at his words. “You’re a really sick bastard, aren’t you?”

“Relax, I’m not coming in. I’ll just stand guard outside.” Gio leans toward me. “You never know who might show up, and I wouldn’t want that to play on your…” He trails a finger down the side of my arm. “Fear.”

Jameson looks between us a couple of times before rolling his eyes. “I don’t wanna know, do I?” he asks, hailing the bartender over.

“No,” Gio says, never moving his gaze off of me. “We’ll be back.”

I grit my teeth, holding onto my bag as I stomp through the place in the direction of the restroom. I push through crowds of people dancing and pawing at each other without so much as a look back at the sexy anchor I’m dragging, even though I’m fighting the temptation to pull him close and pin him against a wall so I can show him how much he can do to help alleviate my ‘fear’.

I think that’s what has me the most pissed off right now…the fact that I let way too much slip in the small amount of time I was under his devious spell.

Okay, and maybe also because this mysterious, yet potentially deadly, stranger totally has my thong in a twist and has me caught in a loop of X-rated fantasies.

For all I know, he’s planning to slit my throat once we get to the darkened space at the back of the lounge. He hasn’t let me go for a reason, and I’ll bet it’s not because he?—

A determined force jerks my left arm, pulling me around a corner. I gasp, stumbling into a column before my back is slammed against a wall. But before I can utter a single sound, his lips crash against mine, his needy tongue plundering my mouth, tangling and tussling with my own in what can only be described as a frantic feeding frenzy.

Not that I can imagine ever being sated by this delicious assault on my mouth.

Goddammit!

I was so close to escaping…

But the taste of the forbidden is just too sinfully sweet to resist.

He presses his chest against me, his hands sliding up the sides of my torso — so powerful, so demanding, and so unbelievably in control, which is more than I can say for myself right now.

Then again, my objective is complete for tonight, so why not engage in a little release?

His knee forces my legs open, his lips scorching a path down the column of my neck toward the neckline of my dress. I lean my head back against the wall, my eyes floating shut as his devious hands knead my breasts, lapping at my exposed flesh without a single care about anyone interrupting our erotic little tryst.

Oh God, he issogood at this.

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