Page 39 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation
“Whichever brother. You’re not married, you’re not wearing a ring,” she snaps.
“Be still my beating fucking heart. What a romantic proposal.”
My sarcasm hits a brick wall.
“In exchange for my protection and my securing the bratva, you’d get a share in it,” she says. “Volkov isn’t big, but the smuggling routes we have are coveted. They’re protected and we only work with select clientele. It’s money, and for a family like yours, it’s something that’ll enhance your power.”
I shrug. “Marriage for a piece of a pie isn’t a good deal.”
“It’d only be for twelve months.” She’s practically pushing the reluctant words out. “And you’d be ruling with me.”
Bullshit. I can read that subtext. She means I’d be in charge, and now my interest spikes up even further. And I saw the interest stir in Cal when he mentioned the name Volkov to me.
“So without even knowing me, you’d want me as your husband.” I lift an eyebrow.
Ava lets out a breath, and I almost laugh. Reluctant? Fuck, her words are forced out over hostile air. “In name only.”
“Oh, sweet thing, I don’t think so.” My gaze moves slowly over Ava. “I’d want proper compensation.”
“You mean to sleep with me?”
This time I smile. “Already have, but I’d want the marriage to be real enough that I get half.”
“Fine,” Ava says after a moment. “Whatever.”
She’s going to try and double-cross us, double-cross me. But I don’t need to speak to Cal to know he’d want this. A coveted smuggling route under our belt to add to others. Shit, just havingthat and a piece of the pie would be enough. But I think I could get half.
Maybe all of it if she pisses me off enough.
It’s just too good, and she wants it too much.
But I’m not done with her.
I pull her close and she moves against my thickening cock.
“This might fall into the Murphy line of interest,” I say.
“So… you’ll do it? Marry me?”
I turn, press her against the wall, and cup her face. Now I give in to that urge to taste her blood, taking my time to lick it off her skin. A low moan rumbles in her throat, and the sound strokes over me. I could do terrible things just to hear her make that sound. And then I kiss her. Hard.
Ava doesn’t fight me, she never does. She’s already there, mouth opening and kissing me back like she can’t stop herself. Like she needs me to breathe. I can’t seem to stop myself, either. She’s a vicious and delicious enigma, a thing I don’t like and yet covet at the same time. And she’s wrapped herself up in an offer a man like me would be an idiot to refuse.
Her hands slide up my chest, one resting against my shoulder as the kiss deepens and changes into a higher level of intensity, one that rocks me down to my toes and makes my cock the hardest I think it’s ever been.
She bites my lip, sucking it through her teeth. I bite hers in response, and it whips up the ferocity of the kiss. Our tongues clash and fight and meld. Like we’re fucking each other with our mouths.
Ava makes that bone-shattering moan again, gripping me tighter.
If I don’t stop, I’m going to fuck her. Here. Now.
Fuck. I pull my mouth from hers.
When I release her, I don’t step back. I look down into those purple-black eyes and whisper one word.
“No.”
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