Page 16 of Mafia Captor

He looks down at the frame. “Shit. Sorry, Leon.”

I’m lost, heady from the kiss, confused by this crazy chain of events, and yes, slightly mesmerized by this bad boy who’s taken a sudden and intense interest in me. I ask the first question that pops into my mind. “Who is Leon?” And why do I care? I should take this opportunity to run, but I’m too curious about what he’s up to. And let’s be honest—I’ve never been kissed like that before. It’s a near impossible thing to walk away from.

The wall starts to move. The wall… is….moving. The array of family members slide to the right, exposing what looks like a secret room.

I peer over his shoulder, dying for a better look. “What isthat?”

“It’s where the good girls go to be bad.” My stomach drops and tingles spark between my thighs at the devilish wink he flashes me. He grabs my hand, tugging me away from the glass, around the mess, and into the darkness.

ChapterSix

Boss

She tasteslike what lying on a white sand beach feels like. When I grabbed her ass a flash of heat bolted through her, her tongue hungry against mine. I knew there was a little freak in there. She just needs the right man to entice it to come out and play.

“Don’t be shy, baby. I know what you like.”

“How can you know what I like?” she asks, her attention on the room we’re entering. Her wide eyes scan my space. “You’ve only just met me.”

She gives a little jump as the gears kick in, rolling the wall back into place.

Now we’re alone. No one knows of this place. No one knows we’re here.

The reality of her situation settles in. Fear etches her brow. She takes a trembling step away from me. “I should be going.”

“Too late, Ashe. You’re all mine.”

“Ashe?” She shakes her head. “No one calls me that.”

“I like it. It’s sexy,” I say. “It suits you.”

“Sexy.” Her eyes narrow. “No one calls me that either.”

“It’s because you put up a wall. But I’m telling you, you’re fucking sexy.” I pull her against me. I need another taste. She shivers as I kiss her neck. “Let me show you how sexy you can be.”

She tenses, fighting with herself, knowing this is wrong. But I make it feel so right. I know how to make her purr. My fingertips travel down her back, arrive at the promised land, and grip handfuls of her luscious ass. I give a hard squeeze, enough pressure to send her flying onto the balls of her feet as she gasps into our kiss. Sweet, sweet Ashely has that freak in her. I know it.

All women are precious and beautiful in their own way, but there’s one uniquely special type of woman that turns my world on end. And ever since the moment I laid eyes on Ashe, I’ve suspected she was one of them. A strong, independent woman who turns into a soft, needy little kitten when you take charge. Take things a step further and, with one little spank, the kitten turns into a leopard ready to pounce and steal every ounce of pleasure you’ll offer her.

I know Ashe is one of these women. Let’s test my theory.

I dip my tongue against hers, tangling her deeper in our kiss. I leave my left hand imprisoning her generous curves and move my kiss to her neck, nibbling and biting. She offers a soft exhale of contentment. I pull my right hand away, lifting it, leaving it hovering over her soft curves just long enough for her to take pause, to wonder where my hand has gone. I bring it back down, timing the stinging spank with a sharp nip of her earlobe.

She’s either going to slap me or fuck me. Coming from her, I’d enjoy either one.

I hate to sound cocky… but I’m almost always right.

“Oh!” She pulls back, a look equal parts shock and gonna-tear-my-clothes-off locked on her face.

Three… two… one…

She doesn’t slap me. Instead, her hands cup either side of my face, pulling me into her for a hungry kiss. Her tongue slides against mine. My cock grows uncomfortably hard in my pants. She’s a little tigress. One spank and she’s ready to go.

I fucking love being right all the damn time.

I grab her ass, dragging her up. Her legs spread in the roomy skirt of her gown, wrapping around my waist. Her hands are in my hair, her kiss growing more eager. Fly that freak flag, baby. Let it fly.

I like my secret room empty, save for whatever it is I’m in the mood for. Tonight, it’s a long, black leather Chesterfield couch. The back is low, a thick roll of padded leather. There’s a thick gray fur on the floor beneath it, a table beside it, covered in tall white pillar candles, their soft vanilla scent filling the room as wax drips down their sides. I’ve chosen a smooth jazz mix for tonight, a sensual, seductive playlist of fifteen of my favorite songs for when it’s a black leather kind of night.

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