Page 412 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

For all I know, Dante could have gone out on the town, leaving me alone with Aisling. It’s not like we left on good terms before I stormed off, leaving him with that feast…

I swallow hard, the glimmer of a steep blade catching my eye. In a flash, I grab the knife and spin around, ready to attack. A strong hand grabs my wrist, slamming it back against the refrigerator as he slaps his other hand over my mouth.

Cool blue eyes glitter back at me and I bite down hard on Dante’s thick fingers. He lets out a silent yell and pulls his hand away from me.

“You fucking asshole!” I hiss. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I was trying not to scare you,” he growls.

“Oh, good plan!” I whisper. “I could have killed you! I might still!”

He rolls his eyes, letting out a little chuckle. “Your instincts are pretty good. Not good enough, though.”

I gasp. “Screw you! It’s pitch black and the middle of the night!”

He lifts an eyebrow. “You got any other excuses?”

I grit my teeth. He’s right. He totally had me right then. That knife was absolutely useless in my hand while he had it pinned to the refrigerator. If it had been a real break-in, a real assailant, what the hell would I have done? How would I have protected myself?

And Aisling?

“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.

“Well, I was trying to get your attention without you screaming your pretty head off.”

“And that’s the best you could come up with?”

He shrugs. “I figured if I called out to you while I was on the couch watching you change, you might have screamed.”

My eyes widen to the point where they might just pop out of my skull. “You watched me change? You sick fuck!”

“You know, your language is really not appropriate for tiny ears,” he murmurs. “I think we might need to work on that.”

“Wedon’t have anything to work on!” I push past him, not intending to give him the satisfaction of eating a single morsel of his food after that stunt. “Now, if you’ll please fuck off, I’m going back to bed!”

He captures my waist with his thick, muscled arm, pulling me backward. “Why? You’re afraid I might expose you?”

My heart stills. “What in the fresh hell is that supposed to mean?”

His breath is hot against my ear. “You’re afraid I’ll let my brother and sister-in-law know that you like to drop your clothes in front of windows? That you pretend to be horrified when you find out you were watched but that you secretly love knowing someone’s eyes are on you, caressing every curve of your body?”

Oh God…

Tingles shoot through my core as his grip on me tightens.

“You felt me,” he whispers. “You know you did.”

I nod. “Yes,” I rasp.

“What would you have done if you saw me watching you, Anya? Would you have climbed on top of me? Rubbed that pussy against my hard cock?” His hand travels up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair.

What kind of assassin gets sidetracked by cock? Huh?

Well, evidently, this one does.

I let out a tiny whimper as he tugs my hair, forcing my head backward.

“Now why don’t you tell me what you’re really hungry for?” he grunts, spinning me around and lifting my body into his strong arms. “Because you may have thought it was food you wanted, but…” He pushes aside my panties and slides his fingers into my pussy, balancing me in one arm. “Your body tells me it had something else in mind. Something hot, something dirty, and something very fucking bad.”

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