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“Can you remove the knife, please? This seems a bit much. Unless a five-foot-two-inch woman makes you feel threatened.”
He arches a brow and all the faux sweetness on his face fades into a humorless smile. It’s late evening and nearly the end of November so the only light comes from two lamps at either end of the large bed at his back and the bathroom. Shadows slice through his revolving expressions.
Ryth’s fingers trace over my skin, that stupid blade of his still lodged against my throat like I’m going to grow fangs and claws any second.
“You know my name.”
“Everyone with access to the internet does. Now let me go. I have work to do.”
“Liars should be punished, don’t you think, pussy cat?”
No. No, I don’t. Not when they are me.
“Asshole,” I grit out and mean it.
I inhale sharply when his lips nearly take mine. “Such a filthy mouth.”
The blade sinks deeper into the flesh until I feel I’m either going to pass out or lose my head. Neither of which sounds like a good way to spend the weekend.
His eyes fall on my quivering breasts. “I wonder if the rest of you is just as naughty?”
Because if nothing else, I am a really great bullshitter, I rock a bit of a smirk despite my knees practically knocking. I make sure not to take my eyes off his when he moves over me. If I do, I might see the one thing I can’t resist and that is his hard dick currently pressing into my abdomen.
That roaming mouth of his moves over mine like an echo of something that could turn deeper. The whisper of a touch is barely noticeable until he gets to the edge of my jaw. His warm lips caress over the soft line and down the slope of my neck until I’m shuddering against him for a whole other reason than I was a moment ago.
My pulse hammers in my ears. “Ryth,” I groan uncontrollably. Tingles of electricity skirt over every inch of exposed skin.
Son of a bitch, this man is hung.
Did I mention the deadly mafia man is naked? I think I did. And dripping water all over his hardwood floors and me. I could hook my legs around him and we could both turn this awkward situation into a fun time.
Lord, give me strength not to look down again.
But that’s me getting ahead of myself again. I’m not this reckless but I’ve had a huge crush on this man and his partners since the first day my brother told me about them. That was four years ago.
If I’m lucky, Ryth will ask me to clean all this water up. That way I can have a good reason for being in his room when I shouldn’t even be past the third floor of the high-rise, much less the locked penthouse with exclusive access. Something I do not have with my borrowed employee keycard. But I didn’t make it into adulthood living in a shitty orphanage being meek and too scared to take what I want. I break rules and push boundaries every damn day of my life.
Today is no different. I’m here to find my brother. Lucky for me the usual lady for this job called in sick. Like I kindly asked her to do. It took a little bribery and some hard-earned money, but she agreed to lend me her uniform and her keycard for one day. The exclusive key for the private elevator to the penthouse was all on me. I wonder if these men know how easy it was to get access to their ritzy kingdom?
I’m guessing this one does now.
The substantial weight pressing on the dangerous end of the weapon tells me my luck is about to run out. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but I’d hoped I had a few more hours to find more evidence that this man and his two partners know where to find my brother. Or where to find his grave marker. I told Wolfe this dark world of crime and killing would catch up to him. But he didn’t believe me.
“Are you ready to stop with the lies, pussy cat? Tell me what you are really doing in my fucking room.”
That name makes me want to sink knives into his flesh. I latch onto my control and shove down my irritation. “Filling in for a friend,” I answer just like I practiced on the elevator ride up about twenty-five minutes ago.
“She called in sick, so here I am. Filling in.” Stick as close to the truth as possible. There’s no way this man or his partners know who I am.
“This friend. Didn’t she tell you my room is off-limits? No one enters. Not to clean, not to polish, or organize. No one,” he bites out in a dark, husked tone that has me shivering.
I huff. “No wonder you were screwing your own hand then.” The words are out of my mouth too fast to stop them.
His head falls back and the roar of laughter from him is booming. It vibrates every fiber of my being with its power.
Electric black eyes find mine again and this time the lethal edge to his glare morphs into one a fraction less deadly. He puts space between our bodies. Enough to where I can’t feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me anymore.
My mind shutters like a camera capturing the before and after feel for my bank of memories.
