Page 28 of Salvatore

Always with the comebacks.

I should be offended. Annoyed. Enraged.

My dick feels none of those things.

I raise my gaze to hers. “A few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours…” I lean closer, our noses almost touching. “It wouldn’t matter. Once you climbed into my bed, I’d make sure you didn’t want to leave.”

She swallows again. Hard. Telling.

I feel her want. It courses right through me.

“And I’m sure the restraints would ensure I couldn’t,” she drawls and shoves at my chest, forcing me backward. “Now asdelightful as it would be to have you break my back like a glow stick, I’m going to let you save that privilege, along with the STDs, for someone else.” She slides out from the wall. “Where’s Olivia?”

I snicker.

This fucking woman is made for me.

“She’s with my brother,” I admit. After all the enjoyment she’s given me she deserves a payoff.

“Why?” Her face loses its rigidity as fear enters her features. “What does he want with her? Is she hurt? Is shealive?”

“She’s fine. You need to quit worry?—”

“Why take her?” she cuts me off. “Is this about me?”

“About you? Because of last weekend?” I raise a condescending brow. Does she really think her friend was abducted because she didn’t fuck me?

“I know you. I’m sure you’ve done far worse to women who’ve turned down your advances.”

She knows me? Charming.

“Either tell me where she is or I’ll get the police involved.” She puffs out her chest, a defiant, flawless warrior. “I don’t care who you’ve got in your pockets. I’ll find someone to help me. I won’t stop until she’s found.”

The threat shouldn’t antagonize me. Normally it wouldn’t. But given the number of bodies my brother has recently cremated at the Pelosi Funeral Home, I don’t want to bring any unwanted attention to the best form of evidence disposal the mafia has ever held.

“I suggest you don’t do that.” I slide my hands into my pockets to stop from grabbing her.

She volleys with an I-don’t-give-a-fuck-what-you-think look. “This isn’t a negotiation.” She throws her arms out at her side with a sad smile and retreats. “Liv is all I have. I’ll find her, or I’lldie trying.” She spins on her heel and continues toward the open front doors.

I grab for her again. Just like at the funeral home. I mindlessly pull her against me, her back to my chest, her ass to my simping cock.

A breath hisses from her, but her hips don’t tilt away from my dick. She remains in my hold, not fighting, not protesting. Just stock-still and smelling like heaven.

“Give her until morning,” I growl through the painful need to taste her. To fucking lean in and drag my nose along the sensitive skin of her neck. “Your friend will return in one piece… as long as you stay away from the cops.”

She’s so fucking warm.

Soft.

Pliable.

God,how I want to breathe her in. I’m about to succumb. To lean in and indulge when all the air is wrenched from my lungs with her elbow landing a brutal strike to my gut.

I hunch, my hands loosening on her.

“Save your threats for someone with functioning self-preservation.” She strides away with a flawlessly confident sway to her hips. “I’ll do whatever it takes to find her, even if it means making an enemy of you.”

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