Page 95 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

A man who might kill me if he knew what I was up to.

Or would he? I usually have good instincts about people, honed over years of watching my mother bring home iffy guys and moving us into neighborhoods where survival meant learning to read people fast.

I bury myself in a book. Eventually, the music stops, and I drift into a restless sleep.

The next thing I know, a rough hand slides down my cheek.

I gasp and try to pull off my sleep mask, but a hand is over it. “Keep it on.”

Luka.

Adrenaline bolts through me.

“What are you doing here?”

His lips brush my ear. “Taking the princess in her castle.”

He found me. Does that mean he knows about Bender? Am I in trouble?

“Is everything okay?” My voice is a whisper, breathless.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

The bed groans as he climbs on. “Oh, I definitely shouldn’t be here. You’re right about that.”

Something brushes my bare skin. His suit sleeve?

He seems to still. “What happened to your arm?”

“It’s nothing.”

His voice turns lethal. “Did somebody hurt you?”

“Walking and texting. One star. Do not recommend.”

In the silence that follows, he touches it lightly, seeming to examine the loose wrap I wear to bed. I wish I could see his face. Did he hear the lie? Has he figured out about Bender and me?

Satisfied that I’m intact, he trails a finger down, down, down my belly.

His touch is electric. Wicked fingers slip down the front of my sleep pants, and heat floods my core, mixing with something sharper, something dangerous.

Luka is here. Luka the kingpin. Luka the killer.

A coil of unease wraps around my spine, but then his fingers find my clit, and I don’t even care anymore. The forbidden pleasure of this bad man’s touch overrides everything.

“Tell me to stop, princess. Tell me.”

I lick his neck. He groans, stroking me nearly into oblivion.

And then it hits me. Luka is never alone.

He’s always with Orton and that Arctic soldier. Sometimes, he even has more people around him.

“Are we alone?” I go for my mask.

He grabs my wrist. “What did I tell you? The mask stays on.”

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