Page 494 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I need a woman who will keep her mouth shut unless my cock is stuffed into it. I don’t like being questioned because I hate lying. That requires way too much effort with very little return.

Since I was always charged up after a job, sex was about all I could handle. That night with Lily wasn’t my typical. I needed a release, yeah. But instead I donated it to her, deflecting all of her questions about myself. It’s not like I can talk about what I do or who I do it to.

And the truth about who and what I am is a damn taboo subject that will kill me if it gets back to the wrong people.

People who my cousins and my father are trying to protect me from.

So, for as much as I hate my life right now, I have no choice but to do as I’m told.

In other words, no fun for me.

“Thank you so much for coming as fast as you did,” Rayleigh coos, her voice breathy. “That dog could have really caused major problems for the hotel. People were running out, screaming for their lives!” She widens her eyes and I want to let out a snort of laughter at the stricken look on her face.

Uh, not true at all, but okay. Let’s just go with it.

“He was probably just hot and tired from wandering around in the heat all day. It’s like a hundred and twelve out there right now,” I say. “Tommy Marcone was at the restaurant and gave him some water and food. He pepped right up. I don’t think he was gonna tear the limbs off anyone in the casino.”

She reaches a hand out and grazes my arm. “Well, you just never know. The dog may not have had his shots, he could have had rabies. Can you imagine the liability? That would have been disastrous for us and our reputation, especially now when we’re so new!”

“Shit happens.” I shrug. “I don’t think a stray dog would have closed our doors.”

Rayleigh purses her lips and I swallow a laugh. She wants me to feed into this whole damsel in distress thing so badly, but I can’t help myself from shooting her down. She’s only after me because of who my family is, anyway. She wants to upgrade from her position at the hotel to mafia mistress, and she never misses a chance to make that crystal clear to me.

“Well, it’s a relief that you were here to handle it so quickly and get it out of here.” She wrinkles her nose. “Along with that raggedy rescue girl. She was equally atrocious.”

My spine stiffens. “Looks like she was just doing her job. She was great with the dog and he went right to her.”

“I guess dirty animals always manage to find their own kind,” she snips under her breath and my jaw twitches at the memory of Lily whispering to the dog and petting him as he lay his head in her lap.

Anger bubbles in my veins as my eyes narrow at Rayleigh, taking in her overly made-up face, perfect hair, and tight clothes. Fucking plastic as they come, and a nasty bitch to boot.

I’d fuck Lily over her in a hot second.

So what do I do being the asshole that I am?

I slide my hand around to the small of her back, feeling her tits puff out against my chest because she thinks she finally caught me in her skank-ass net. I lean closer, brushing my lips seductively against her ear. “And I’d guess it takes one to know one,” I murmur before slowly pulling away to relish the shocked look on her face.

Her jaw is still dragging on the floor seconds later while she flubs some kind of smart-ass retort. I’m not listening anymore, anyway. My mind trips back to Lily and the fleeting thought I had about fucking her.

I let that percolate while I walk away from Rayleigh, leaving her with clenched fists and flared nostrils, still sputtering in frustration at my apparent disinterest.

Girls like her wouldn’t normally turn my head. Call me superficial if you want, but really, it’s because instinctively I know they want something I can’t give.

Because girls like Lily are good, innocent, and naïve.

I’d taint her. Corrupt her. Completely violate her.

Oh, fuck me, I’d love every second of it, though.

Maybe that’s why even thinking about her adjusting her glasses gives me a little cock jolt. I want to see her again without them masking those expressive brown eyes. I saw a lot in her gaze in the short time we were together.

Fire and ice, compassion and disgust, the latter being directed at Rayleigh.

In short? Hot as fuck.

The thing is, if I try to see her again, there’s a very good chance that I’ll be castrated and it won’t be at Messina’s hand.

It’ll be at Salesi’s.

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