Page 9 of Kingpin

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Israel

“Doyou get off watching me work?”

As my pen slid across the papers, signing yet another contract over to my family’s empire, I grinned to myself. It was cute, the way she thought she could hide from me. The way she thought she could sneak up on me. The truth of the matter was I heard her at the top of the steps. Those curious little pitter-patters as the old bones of the place creaked.

“I suppose I should ask you if you get off working in general. Since this is our wedding night, and you should be fucking me instead.”

My eyes flashed to the barren corner. “Work is merely foreplay in my world, beautiful.”

I heard her shuddering sigh, and my lips quirked into a crooked grin. I slid the papers over to the messenger with a look that told him to make his exit swift. After all, Brianna was right.

The evening still offered much to come.

I knew she wanted me. I saw it in the way she stared at my chest our entire wedding ceremony. The way she shivered at my touch. The way she tried her hardest to pull out of the trance the whole day had put her in. I knew what she was thinking. What she feared.

I couldn't wait to prove to her how accurate those rumors were.

As I set my pen down, I walked around the kitchen island. As the family messenger gathered the paperwork to be delivered, I strode for the corner. My beautiful new bride yelped as I caught her, my hands pressing into the wall. As I pinned her between my body and my hallway, I gazed down into her swirling amber eyes.

“Do you want me?” I asked.

She swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

Her eyes flickered into the kitchen, but I gripped her cheeks. I forced her to focus on me as my eyes danced over her face. Still clad in makeup. Always fucking makeup. I hated the way it tasted on my tongue.

Then again, I didn’t have to kiss her to take what I wanted from her.

“Goodnight, Mr. Rossi.”

I didn’t bother addressing my messenger as my new bride’s eyes followed him. The flush of her cheeks was too much. The ache in my pants needed to be relieved, but I still had much to do that evening. The ceremony had taken place in the middle of a massive merger my family was overseeing, and I didn’t have any time to waste.

Then again, what was the harm in peeking at what was mine?

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Bonnie

His eyes were mesmerizing.The glint behind them froze me to my core. I shouldn't have wanted him, but I did. He was dangerous. Criminal. Downright sinful. I needed to watch where I stepped. The last thing I needed was to get wrapped up in his storm. By the next morning, the only thing I had planned was to run for my life.

As my back sealed itself against the wall, his fingertips pressed further into my cheeks.

My lips parted as his eyes traced my crimson pout.

“How does it fit?” Israel asked.

I cleared my throat. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Sassy little thing. Funny. I don’t remember Pava ever informing me of the fact that you had such a mouth.”

I drew in a sobering breath. “If you want me to tone it down, I can.”

“Oh, don’t cower back now. You’ve already stepped fervently into it. Might as well ride it out.”

His fingertips traced the front of my body, stopping to admire my breasts. He traced the spot where my puckered nipples were, causing me to gasp. I hated how my body betrayed me. I hated how weak my knees grew for him. When I felt him tugging at the bow around my waist, my body surged back to life.

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