Page 387 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I could see her more suited to the ‘daddy’s fluffer’ category.

“And this is my brother-in-law, Dante,” Heaven says to Anya, waving her hand toward me.

I watch as recognition seeps into her features, her cheeks a little more pink than they were a few seconds ago. I sweep my eyes over her, from the polished red toenails to the hint of boob peeking out from the neckline of her dress, my lips lifting as she forces a smile at me.

“Nice to see you…again,” she says in a tight voice.

I can tell she’s wondering whether or not I’m going to tell my brother and sister-in-law that I had my tongue down her throat less than two hours ago.

Not.

Heaven wouldn’t be thrilled to know that her au pair’s hands were all over me earlier.

I’m not stupid.

I want her to get this job.

My cockachesfor her to get this job.

So fucking hard.

Forget Brooklyn Red Dress-slash-Death.

This has nothing to do with loose ends needing tying.

This has to do with pure, unadulterated lust.

And, damn, it’s choking me right now like a noose wrapped tight around my neck.

I can deal with a little caregiving myself.

I just hope Aisling is a good sharer.

CHAPTER11

ANYA

Oh my God.

Those pecs look more delicious than I ever imagined…and I want to taste.

I stretch out my hand to shake his, making a concerted effort to not sweep my tongue over my lips as I drink in the inferno that evidently is Dante Villani.

He grasps it with a knowing smirk, not at all acknowledging the fact that we were devouring each other outside of the Bellagio a little while ago.

I suddenly stiffen, pulling back my hand like it’s just been singed, electricity crackling in the air between us.

Once the thick cloud of desire lifts, the realization smacks me across the face.

Hard enough to leave a mark.

He’s one ofthem.

And little do they all know, my job isn’t to be the perfect nanny.

It’s to take down the people who were involved with Maks’s murder.

More specifically,them.

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