Page 143 of SINS & Riley
His hands grip my thighs as he pulls out slow, hissing, taking his sweet, sweet time.
Even spent, he’s still hung like a beast.
Then he drops to his knees in front of me, while I’m still perched at the edge of the table. “Spread,” he demands.
I do.
His gaze pins me as he says, “I will not have this mask on when you have the baby. And I will not have this mask on when you marry me.”
“Marry you?” My head spins in disbelief. “I don’t even know you.”
“You know me, Riley Mullvain. In all the ways that matter.”
“Like, your mask,” I counter. The one he’s never without.
“My touch.” His tongue flicks my nipple.
My eyes flutter shut as he makes his way down. “Your hot Russian voice.”
He growls against my skin.
A million questions claw at my throat?—
But I don’t get to ask a single one, because his tongue is already at my center, beard sweet and rough against my thighs. He’s licking and lapping me into another round of seductive bliss.
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Most of today has been eaten alive by me rolling up my sleeves and squeezing Emilio’s brain of every last piece of valuable intel before his impending death sentence.
No easy task.
When he’s not out cold, he’s spitting insults between broken teeth.
The son of a bitch is stubborn. I’ll give him that.
But time isn’t on his side.
Or mine.
Tomorrow, I face my uncle. So today, the intel lodged in Emilio’s brain shakes free, or it’s gone.
And I need leverage.
Which means, I’ve got exactly one weapon left in my arsenal.
One I swore I’d never use.
My knuckles drag across my jaw. Desperate times.
The electric buzz of the lock jolts through the room, yanking Emilio out of his near-catatonic state. His head jerks up, lids twitching.
“You have a visitor,” I grit out, disgusted it’s come to this.
His sunken eyes try to focus.
The door groans open as Dominic steps aside and lets the woman in.
