Page 65 of Mafia Captor

She leads me down the hall off the back wing, to an addition I’ve noticed from the outside of the house when pulling up to the estate, but one I’ve never been in.

My heart stops. At the end of the hall is a family picture wall, just like the wall at his mother’s house. We’re the only ones here.

“He said to tell Uncle Leon hello?” She gives me a quizzical look. “And that you would know what that means…”

I glance up. Uncle Leon gives me a look of disapproval. “Yes. I’ve got it from here. Please. Go home. You’ve had a long day. Thanks for everything. Give G a squeeze for me.” I hold out my hand for a shake, thinking a hug may overwhelm her.

She gives my hand a squeeze. “Thanks. I’m excited to get back to him. It’s sushi and the series premier ofReal Housewives of Rodeo Drivetonight.”

I feel a little pang for my precious kitty but I’m happy knowing he’s in good hands. It all worked out for the best. There’s too many doggos here. They would stress the furry prince out. And he would not like how close Sasha and I have become. “Give him a snuggle from me and send me pictures.”

“Will do.” She waggles her fingers in a wave goodbye and heads down the hall.

I wait till I’m sure she’s out of sight to tug on the corner of Uncle Leon’s frame. I watch in awe even though I’ve seen it happen before as the wall begins to move. I slip inside the room, tapping the button on the floor to close the door, like I saw Boston do the first night I met him.

It’s the same room. Just a different house.

The room is completely empty of furniture, save for a large, round oak table that sits in the center of the room. On the table is a silver cake stand with a domed lid. Boston stands behind the table, looking gorgeous in a light blue button-down that matches my dress.

“I had no idea this was here.”

“I had it built years ago. Never felt like using it before you. You’ll be the first.”

Relief washes over me. I didn’t realize how tense I was, standing here wondering if he’d had other women here. Now the room feels special. All ours.

“I like the shirt. Thanks for changing it up.” I walk over to greet him with a kiss. “You look so handsome.”

He holds a hand up, gesturing for me to stop. “Hold it right there.”

“Oooh…kay.” I stop midstep, putting my foot down. I’m about two arm’s lengths from the table.

He lifts the silver cake plate topper, revealing a beautiful chocolate cake, thick, shiny frosting covering every inch of it.

My mouth waters as the scent of chocolate reaches me. Delicious. But why? I enjoyed the massage, but the pain from the full body wax I could have done without.

“Dessert,” he says. His grin has a positively wicked edge to it. “Devil’s food with double fudge icing. Baked it myself.”

He does bake! I’ve been wondering for months. And he’s good at it. The cake looks amazing.

Was it really necessary to remove every body hair from its root to eat dessert with him?

“Why the empty room? Why the cake? What are you up to?”

“The other day, you told me not to fudge around with the big sister, but you don’t tell me what to do, baby. I can do anything I want to you. Whenever I want.” He dips a finger in the icing, holding eye contact as he licks it off. “Just because I can.”

There’s a hint of a threat in his tone. The vibe he’s sending makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end which leads to chill bumps rising on my arms. I’m excited to see what he has in store, but nervous as well. My nipples harden, pressing against my dress. Maybe I should have worn a bra.

I cross my arms over my torso, giving myself a reassuring hug. “Well, I don’t know about that. Pretty sure you’ve heard of a little thing called consent?”

“Consent?” He raises a brow. “You do remember how you came to this estate in the first place, don’t you?”

He’s got me there.

“First things first.” His dark brow narrows at me. “Lose the dress.”

I imagine standing in the center of this bare room naked. I feel a sudden chill in the air. “I can’t. I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

His attention falls to my breasts. “Even better.”

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