Page 23 of Mafia Beast

From the boathouse.

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Beast

She slipsup to her room, I can only assume to grab her sneakers. There’s no way she’s not planning on running toward that scream. Anyone on this island would have heard it. Are my gut instincts on point? They usually seem to be with this woman. I wait behind the curve of the staircase to catch the naughty girl in action.

Ready to pounce.

One minute later, Nancy Drew appears. Her hair has been pulled back in a high ponytail, giving her a girlish look, and she now has on sneakers. Her gumshoes, I suppose. She peers down from the upstairs landing, assumes the coast is clear, and tiptoes her way down the stairs. To her investigative credit, she doesn’t make a sound in her descent.

Just as the sole of her shoe hits the final tread I step out from the shadows.

And there it is.

That look on her face I’ve been standing here waiting to see. Emotions erupt in her gaze, caught somewhere between startled and terrified. A flush rises, warming the pretty apples of her cheeks. She knows she’s naughty and she’s been caught.

Her reaction makes my cock throb hard in my jeans, her surprised look reminding me of her face that night in the alleyway when I caught her nosing around where she didn’t belong, and then the intense pleasure of having my cock between those lush lips.

“What are you up to, pretty girl?” I wrap my hand around the curve of the banister, moving to the foot of the stairs, blocking her way.

She glances down at me, dark lashes fluttering. “I… um… I—thought I heard a scream.”

“And you thought you’d investigate?” My gaze lowers to the curve of her breasts, her nipples straining against the fabric of her thin white top. The shirt is cropped, and my gaze lowers further to an enticing slice of her bare belly that peeks out from above the waistband of her black leggings. “Tell me. Where were you headed, Nancy Drew?”

“I’m more of a Fancy Nancy than a Nancy Drew.” She twirls the end of her ponytail around her manicured fingernails, pearly white teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Changing the subject on me, huh, Fancy Nancy?” I throw a heavy boot onto the bottom step, my denim-clad thigh stretched out perfectly in a way that makes me want to throw her over the top of it, spank the fullest part of her ass, and make it jiggle.

She jumps as the sole of my boot hits the stairstep.“Nooo…I’m just choosing to evade the question.”

“I don’t like that. I like direct answers.” I can’t stop my fingers from reaching out, stroking that smooth band of skin of her exposed belly.

She trembles under my touch, the flush in her cheeks blooming to a rosy red. “Well, if you want a direct answer, then tell me you can handle one.”

I have to chuckle at that. “Look at me. You think there’s something you could throw at me, little girl, that I couldn’t handle?”

Glancing down she gives my thigh a wary look, her brows knitting together. “I mean, handle it without getting ticked off and tossing me over that thigh of yours.”

I stroke the top of my thigh with a splayed-out palm. The simple gesture makes her nipples tighten further, making my cock throb even more. “Now why would your answer to my question make me want to toss you over my thigh? I can only think of one thing that would make me want to punish that gorgeous ass of yours right now, and that would be if you were headed to the one place I specifically asked you not to go.”

The color drains from her face.

I reach up, brushing the pad of my thumb over those gorgeous lips of hers. “Tell me. Where were you going?”

To her credit, she meets my eyes, holding my gaze as she answers me. “The boathouse.”

“I like your honesty.”

She nods. “Thank you.”

“But I don’t like your answer. It makes me angry.”

A shimmer of fear flashes over her features. She takes a deep breath, gulping down her nerves, and tosses her hands on her hips. “Yes. I was headed to the boathouse. Like I told you, I heard a woman’s scream, and I was going to investigate.”

“How do you know you heard a woman scream and not a fox or something?”

Her brow narrows at me. “I know what I heard.”

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