Page 19 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation
Oh. God. Feet. They were feet sticking out from behind the tree. And legs. Horizontal, spread, a pool of black growing underneath them.
Olaf runs after me and grabs my hair. I turn, wincing in pain, my knife in hand. I slash at him.
“Bitch.” This time he grabs my arm, and I plunge the blade into his chest.
He staggers and lifts his arm to hit me when Murphy shows up out of the shadows and drags me away. With one hand, he grabs my knife from Olaf’s chest and slashes his throat.
“For fuck’s sake, come on,” he growls.
My mind is frozen as he sweeps me up from the ground and hauls me to the gate, rips it open, and carries me through.
We run once he puts me down. I stumble into him and then back him up against the brick wall of an apartment building and kiss him, everything in me flaring bright.
Fuck my life, this man is the dark light I crave.
He kisses me back and flips me around so I’m against the wall. His fingers slide under my dress and into my panties as his fingers push up into my wetness and assault my clit. I spasm hard, my muscles clamping on his fingers, my mission morphing into white noise.
And then he whispers, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
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seamus
She’s dazed,looking like she just got fucked. I’m hard as a rock as I suck on her throat, trying to work out what the actual fuck just happened.
Who the hell did we just kill, who was already dead behind that tree. I jumped the fence minutes after she went through the gate and waited in the darkness, so I’m drawing blanks.
I know she didn’t kill the first guy, but I have no idea what went on with the second one.
I did see the look on her face when she found out I lifted the jewels from her, though.
Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m not about to let a girl with a serious agenda have any kind of upper hand. I want her stripped down and begging with me holding all the cards.
She’s made it damn clear she doesn’t like me or my family, and I don’t like her, either.
I am, however, beyond attracted to her.
But I can shut that shit down in a second if I need to. Attraction and hatred don’t have to be mutually exclusive. And I can ignore the attraction when I have to.
But right now…
I adjust myself, lift my head, and look at her again. Her dark eyes are less glassy. Good. I need her head straight.
I don’t say a word as I take her hand and lead her to the tiny bar we passed. I know it well. I pretty much know all the dives and dens of iniquity in New York. Both for pleasure and for business. It’ll be somewhat crowded now but it’s not a place where people go to be seen or get in anyone’s business.
The music is old-school rock, and I lead her to the darkest corner of the bar. Then I hang her bag on the hook near my knees.
Just in case there are any more surprises in there. After ordering two Jack and Cokes, I put a hand on her thigh, gripping the flesh tight.
“So… about that talk we were going to have, sweet thing.”
“Stop calling me that.” The snap of her voice holds a shake, but I don’t know if it’s from me fingering her from zero to orgasm in two seconds or from killing Olaf the idiot.
I slip a finger higher, pushing at the cotton of her dress.
I stroke against that crease where her thigh meets her hip and she sucks in a breath. “And stop that, too.”
“You’re the one who kissed me,” I say. “You’re the one who came on my fingers.”
