Page 68 of Savage Ambition

“I’ll consider it.”

“That’s all I ask.” She squeezed my arm. “Oh, and I expect a full report if you and Renato hook up before our threesome. Every dirty detail.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“Too late.” She laughed as she put on sunglasses. “I’ve already got a countdown in my head until I get to watch him take you apart. It’s going to be magnificent.”

I rolled my eyes. “Goodbye, Natalia.”

“Ciao, bello.” She mimicked Renato’s accent, laughing as she sauntered toward the door, turning heads as she went.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DANTE

Isprawled naked across the king-sized bed in the Viewing Room, watching Renato shut the door. His entrance was pure theater, timed to build anticipation. The one-way glass along the far wall concealed our audience for the evening, but neither of us acknowledged the corrupt judge hiding in the shadows, who always ruled in the Gennaro family’s favor.

“Dragon,” Renato greeted, his accent caressing my work name. “What a vision you make.”

“You’re late,” I replied, although he wasn’t. The mild rebuke was part of our dance.

He smiled, fingers working the buttons of his shirt. “Some things shouldn’t be rushed.” The fabric parted to reveal tanned skin and defined muscle.

His cologne reached me as he moved closer. The distinctive woodsy scent with notes of spice had become uniquely his in my mind. Despite years of professional detachment, I inhaled deeper.

“Planning to join me sometime tonight?” I taunted.

Renato chuckled. “You’re always so impatient.” He took his time removing his shirt, performing for our hidden audience. “We have the entire night ahead. I plan to dedicate every minute to ensuring you forget anyone else exists.”

The client had requested a show of possession, with Renato breaking down my resistance until I surrendered to him.

“Bold words,” I said, propping myself on my elbows. “I’ve heard better promises from men who delivered far less.”

“Then they didn’t know how to handle you.” He unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a soft crack. “I won’t make the same mistake.”

“You talk too much,” I countered.

He stepped out of his remaining clothes, his arousal clear. “Perhaps my mouth has better uses than talking.”

I positioned myself where the judge would have the best view. Renato settled between my spread legs, his olive skin contrasting with my paler tone. He ran his hands up my thighs with deliberate slowness, a performer aware of his audience.

“What are you doing?” I asked, following our loose script.

His response was a slow, wicked smile that made my cock stiffen. “Something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you.” He maintained eye contact as he lowered his head, letting me feel his breath against my dick before bypassing it.

He started with featherlight kisses up my inner thigh, each one moving higher. His teasing gentleness was unexpected from a man who typically fucked with commanding intensity. The scratch of stubble against sensitive skin as he nuzzled into the crease where my thigh met my groin made my muscles tense.

The kisses became more lingering as he worked his way upward. When his tongue darted out to taste me, I inhaled sharply.

“So responsive,” he murmured, his breath warm against me.

His lips returned to my inner thigh with open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails behind. When his teeth grazed me, the slight pressure sent a jolt of anticipation through me.

“Don’t leave marks,” I warned. “You know the rules.”

”Do you think I care about rules when I have you like this?” His lips formed each word against my skin. “Rules are for men who aren’t brave enough to take what they want.”

I should have stopped him. Should have reminded him that Salvatore would blame me for allowing it and punish Renato for daring to claim what belonged to the Gennaro family. Instead, my fingers threaded through his dark hair, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer.