Page 17 of Mob Queen

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you, princess?” I say to the woman who’s kneeling before me. I force my eyes to open so I can watch how she takes my cock into her mouth.

Her blue eyes look up at me while she arches a brow and tries to take me right down to my balls. I feel myself going soft as my thoughts are consumed by the dangerous brunette I met only a few hours ago.

Fuck.

What the hell is wrong with me? The blonde is trying, but she’s a poor substitute for the woman I want on her knees in front of me. Damn it. I close my eyes and take myself back to the moments we were dancing. Frankie’s body was perfect up against mine. But why am I thinking of her the way I am? She’s nothing like my usual type. She’s dangerous in so many ways. Frankie DeLuca is feisty and calculating and not who I want kneeling in front of me.

But the problem is, I do want her mouth on me. And I want every part of me on her.

My heart rate jumps when I think of her before me. She can come and see me at my office, and when she’s there, she can crawl under the desk, unzip my pants and fuck me with her mouth. “Dirty fucking girl,” I say and thrust into her mouth as she slips her hand down between her legs to fuck her own fingers. My balls draw up as my own release is nearing. “That’s it, right there. Flick your tongue.” Frankie’s untamed brown curls fall effortlessly over her shoulders. Her brown eyes redden as she takes me down her throat, causing her to gag. I smile down at her, link my fingers into her hair and keep her there. “Choke on my cock.” She tries to smile but her lips are stretched around the base of my cock. My eyes roll closed and I unload my cum into her mouth.

I buck my hips several times, delivering every drop of my cum.

“Yummy,” she says.

I open my eyes to find it’s the blonde kneeling at my feet, not Frankie. The blonde – I can’t recall her name – wipes at the corners of her mouth. Effortlessly, she stands and saunters closer to me. I take a step back as I tuck my cock into my pants and fasten the zipper and button. “Thank you,” I say as I turn away from her.

“I was thinking...”

I look over my shoulder to see her heading toward the bed. “You can go now.”

“What?” The hurt on her face makes me feel like a prick. Her shoulders drop as does her chin. But, she pulls herself together and saunters toward me. “Why don’t you join me over on the bed?” The blonde reaches out and begins to unzip my pants.

I take a step back, and turn to pour myself a scotch. “You can leave,” I reiterate without so much as looking at her.

“But ?”

“I have work to do.” The burn of the peaty liquid heats my throat. “Thank you.” I look over my shoulder and glance toward the door. “Do you need money for a cab?”

“Fuck you, Governor.” The blonde shimmies into her tight dress and flips me off. The corner of my lips tug into a small smile as I throw my second drink back. “We could’ve had something beautiful together.”

“Are you still here?” I ask.

“Fuck you!” she repeats with more venom in her voice.

God, I wish I remembered her name so I could ask Zac to remove her. Fuck it. I pick my phone up and send Zac a message. Get rid of the blonde in my room.

“You’re going to be sorry, Jeremy,” she’s still ranting.

The door to the room opens, and my personal assistant enters. “Mr. Miller’s car is waiting for you, ma’am,” Zac says.

She looks to Zac, then to me. The anger exploding from her eyes is enough to tell me that she’s not happy. Her jaw is set with tension; her lips are thin and downcast. She points a finger to me and shakes her head. “Fuck you!” She picks up her little bag, slings it over her shoulder and storms out of the hotel room.

Zac arches a brow and takes a sharp breath. He looks just as unimpressed with me as she is. “When you see her to the car, I need you back here.”

“Great,” Zac replies with a hint of annoyance.

I pour myself a third scotch, and sit at the table where my laptop is. I open the computer, and check a few emails that have come through. The door opens and Zac enters, just as irritated as he was a few moments ago. “Did she get to the car okay?”

“Do you really care?” he snaps.

“Zac,” I say in warning. He runs his tongue over his teeth before nodding once. “Good.” I take a sharp breath. “I need you to pull all files on the DeLuca family.”

Zac lifts his head and locks eyes on me. “The mob?”

“Yes, I want to know everything about them.”

“I know Hayes was in bed with them,” Zac says.

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