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And, okay, I may have gotten carried away at the sight of his rock-hard abs, chiseled chest, and tight ass. It’s why I couldn’t hold back the groan when he reached his end. The masculine grunts…I just couldn’t.
That was my…I mentally tally up the ways I’ve gone wrong. Third mistake, I think.
The groan came out just as loud as his, revealing my presence.
Our eyes clashed through the glass shower wall and the impact nearly sent me to my knees. I trembled in fear from my fingers to my toes. And from arousal. Instead of my heart stopping at the flash of anger I found in his dark irises, it turned over and over with excitement.
I’ve never seen a man go from turned on to beyond pissed so fast. He barreled out of the shower and all I could do was stand there and wait for impact.
And that is how I ended up at knifepoint. My eyes fall to his bare chest for a second. “Let me explain.” I try for a smile, but it falls flat the second the corners of my lips start to reach high. His scowl makes sure of that quickly. “It’s not what you think,” I try again.
“Really? Because I’m not hearing much coming from your mouth. Nothing I like, anyway. Maybe you should use those fuck-me-red lips to suck my cock off since you can’t seem to find your voice.” His tone turns dangerously husky.
I am pretty sure in another life I would have been the scared type. But right now, in this one, I’m nothing but turned on by the idea this mobster could end my life right this second or give me the best orgasm of my life.
For whatever reason, I think it’s a good idea to place my hand on his wrist as he’s detailing how my mouth could be put to good use. More blood drips down my throat and I get it. No touching, but that doesn’t make me remove my hand from his body.
I swallow thickly. His pulse hammers against the pads of my fingers when I try and pry his steel from burying itself inside my flesh.
I can see his mind clicking over his options. Kill me quickly or push me to my knees, take what he wants and then kill me.
Every deep inhalation he takes forces my hard nipples against all those deliciously wet grooves. Dripping water from his body soaks the front of my uniform. A thin white knit sweater and white bra equal wet T-shirt contest material.
Dark eyes dip and sure enough, his train of thought follows mine.
Adrenaline attacks my system, not because I’m afraid of what that dark look of his means, but of what I might do if he really does want to test out the durability of my lipstick.
Focus, Nyx!
“I’m here to clean. It’s Friday and your penthouse is on the schedule for cleaning. I didn’t mean to barge in, but in my defense, you were groaning and I thought you might be hurt.” What a load of lies. I see zero evidence of him buying it, but that doesn’t keep a smile from trying to make its appearance on my face again. At this point, I don’t know why I keep up the charade. He’s got me. I don’t belong here, and we both know it.
He taps the end of my nose earning him a growl of resistance. He looms over me and brushes a thumb down the side of my face. “Your mother must not have taught you that little girls don’t come into a grown man’s room, pussy cat.”
I find myself growing irritated at his tone. “Don’t call me that.” The last thing I am is some plaything. I could deliver a hard knee to the balls and that would get the blade away from my throat long enough for me to dive for the door. But the dare on his face says he’s expecting me to make a move.
“Pussy cat,” he taunts in a low voice that sounds like water moving over crushed glass. Cold, jagged, and dangerous.
“I mean it, mafia man. I’m no one’s toy.”
An aura of power emits from him. I always thought a man was made by his clothes, but that’s anything but true today. Coiled anger sits just below the surface for this man. One wrong move and the irritation bulging all those muscles could spell my demise. I’m not fool enough to think just because I have a cute face and sweet ass this man won’t kill me.
Kissable lips peel back in a saccharine smile I’m not about to accept at face value.
“Are you gonna let me go so I can finish my work? It’s almost time to clock out and I still have a shower to clean, it seems?”
I know it’s not wise to lie to a man three times my size, but what if he’s naked and just had what sounded like my name on his lips while he was working it in the shower?
I couldn’t tell for sure. His voice was more of a growl than actual vowels and consonants. I probably heard wrong. Besides, how would he know my name? My brother makes it a point to keep me out of his work life to the point I feel like I don’t exist at times.
But what now? There is no book on how to handle this, right? Or did I miss something?
His eyes narrow and I go still against the wall. I clear my throat which is suddenly drier than sand in the middle of the Sahara and tap the end of the blade at my throat. It doesn’t seem like he’s getting the hint that it hurts.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I croak out a few more garbled words. As it turns out it’s kinda hard to talk when a tatted-up, angry behemoth of a man flattens you against a wall. My eyes start to drift to certain parts of his anatomy before snapping back to his. Or at least parts of him seem hard and angry. The other parts look really happy to see me. He might have enjoyed his shower only moments ago, but he doesn’t look anywhere near being done.
Eyes so black they look forged from onyx bore into mine.
No answer.
