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I do. Of course, I do. The rumble of his voice leaves no room for me to fight it. His feet kick my legs apart, his strong hand on my nape pushes me down hard until my breasts are flush with the wood top of the bar. His free hand falls to my slip, roaming over my thigh and moving up, up, and finding no strap of cloth to play with. “Have you been sitting on my lap all prettily with no underwear on all night?” He asks, biting into my neck.
I tilt my head to give him better access. Not thinking about what I’m doing and why it's so wrong. “They would have shown in the slit of the dress.”
His hands wrapped in my hair, tilting my head back until I’m looking up at the ceiling. “No wonder I could smell you all night.Your arousal has been dripping on my slacks. I should make you clean them with your tongue.”
Yes, please.
“Tell me, Little Bird.” He murmurs, his hard length pushing into my backside. “Should I let you lick me clean like a good girl?”
I moan, biting onto my bottom lip. God, this is wrong. He kidnapped me, drugged me and played target practice with my life.
His thumb brushes lightly over my clit and I gasp. “Wet for your kidnapper. Do you have Stockholm syndrome, Little Bird, or have you just never been fucked by a real man?” His finger begins to push past my slit when a door bangs over.
“Shit. Am I interrupting something?” The newcomer says.
“Goddamn it.” Atticus hisses into my neck. Punctuating it by sinking his teeth into my neck before he spins, blocking me and walking towards the open door.
I smooth my dress, trying to catch my breath as realization of what I almost let happen sinks in.
I’m going to get myself killed. That much is obvious. Would it be so bad to have some fun beforehand, though?
Chapter 11
I can still smellher on my fingers.
Which is why I’m in no fucking mood to deal with anyone at the moment. Not even her. Which is why I sent her back to the penthouse instead of showing her why I’m Seattle’s Beast.
I may slam Andrea’s door to his office too fucking hard. His security may or may not have their hands on the side of their hips, ready to blow my head off at their Don’s command. Lucathe underboss and doctor looks up from his chair, smiling. And there’s Jameson, the man in charge of bailing the La Mafia Sotterranea di Seattle out. I see these fuckers once a month for poker night in my underground ring, but this is an unexpected call. Sure, I do work for Andrea from time to time, but not in the middle of the fucking night. It must be important for him to bring me in so late.
Andrea and I were both nineteen when we met. His old man had just been shot down crowning him the Don of Seattle Sotterranea. Seattle’s Underground Mafia. I didn’t know it then, but he was watching me as I gutted a man in an abandoned warehouse I stumbled upon. Trust me, the man had it coming, but I will not get into those details at this moment. Andrea walked out, hands in his slacks, a grin on his face, offering me a job as his fixer. I did that for some time before I decided someone ruling over me was never going to work out. Luckily, he let me leave but only once he burned a brand into my skin, ensuring I would come if he ever needed me. Somehow, we developed as close of a friendship men like us could have in our line of work.
“I don’t have time to torture tonight,” I say, sitting down in the vacant chair.
“Too busy with your pretty prisoner?” Luca says, but shuts up quickly when I glare at him.
Jameson, who is always quiet, raises a questioning eyebrow. “As your lawyer, Atticus, is this something I should be worried about?”
“No.” I clip out, rubbing my aching jaw.
“No killing tonight. I called you to tell you someone called in a hit for you.”
I look at Andrea, amusement tugging at my lips. “A hit on me? What did you say?”
He inhales his cigar, smirking. “For the right price, I’d take anyone out.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Who was it?”
He clicks his tongue. “Didn’t give me a name. But I reversed the call, does the name Joseph ring a bell?”
“That motherfucker.” I hiss under my breath.
“Oh, good. You know him.”
“Yeah,” I nod. “I kidnapped his fiancée and cut his finger off.”
“Can’t figure out why he’d want you dead.” Luca murmurs.
“This fiancée.. is she?” Andrea asks, knowing my history far too well.
