Page 15 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I smile at her, flashing a hint of sharp teeth. “Amore,” I whisper against her flesh. “I can do whateverthefuckI want.”
Despite her fear, her eyes flash in defiance. And I fucking love it.
“Yeah, well, you can’t do me.”
“Is that a challenge?” I dare.
If she’d lacked melanin, I’m sure her face would have been fucking red. Her body trembles at my proximity, but even as she protests, she cannot deny the arousal I’m scenting from her.
And I want to lick it all up.
But there will be time for that later, I’m sure. For now, I push away from the wall, giving her space enough to breathe. She inhales a gulp of air, eyes narrowing on me and watching my every move as I take a few steps away from her.
“Let us start with the basics, then.” I place my hands behind my back. That’s more for my benefit than to ease her anxiety. I don’t think I can keep myself from touching her like I want to, so I’m restraining myself. “What’s your name?”
“L-Lourdes Rivera.”
Lourdes Rivera.
Lo-urr-des.
Beautiful.
I nod, acknowledging her words. “I am Lorenzo de la Morte.”
She blinks slowly. “Nice to meet you?”
I smirk at her insecurity. “Oh, it isverynice to meet you, Amore.”
Her nostrils flare and the arousal I scented previously only grows stronger. Oh, so she likes the pet name, then? I will use it until her panties are soaking through with liquid desire and dripping from her cunt down to her thighs.
“What happened to you, Amore?”
Before she can answer, there’s a charge through the air in the suite. I sigh, knowing that someone has come to ruin the fun like he always tends to do.
As soon as the thought forms, shadows creep along the walls and black dust swirls like a storm just before Kane appears at my side, glaring daggers in Lourdes’ direction.
My amore lets out a squeak of fear.
Kane
OffuckingcourseLorenzohas already cozied up to her.
Why am I not surprised? If he can befriend the worms, he can befriend mortals.
So why is there a rage settling deep in my chest at the thought? I did dump her on him and leave my brother to clean up the mess she brought into our lives. It’s not like I had any other choice in the matter. I needed to go to The Pit and get my thoughts together in the form of whippings, blood, and torture. Get what had happened off my mind before I came back toactuallydeal with her.
Yet seeing her again makes me realize my efforts were in vain.
The moment I drink her in, awake and breathing, the claws of violence shove through the cavity of my chest, demandingsomething.
Fuck.
This woman makes me fucking unhinged, and I have no fucking idea why.
Perhaps it’s because even unconscious, she was able to blast me across a fucking room. Nothing can touch me—touchus—and yetshedid.
Or she did tome.
