Page 38 of Mafia Mistress

“Don’t think about that. Think about how good it will feel to pull the trigger and take my life with your own hand. To watch the light fade from my eyes until I am nothing. What power you will feel in that moment.”

The barrel of the gun shifted against my sternum, and her mouth parted slightly on an exhale, her pupils dilating. I bet if I looked at her nipples, they would be poking through the fabric of her clothing. Dio, this woman. She was extraordinary. I had to curl my hands into fists to keep from touching her.

“You’re crazy,” she said quietly. “It’s like you want me to do it.”

“I want to prove that you are not frightened of me. That you are just as crazy, just as wild as we are.”

“I’m not. I’m a good person. I don’t want any of this.”

“A good girl would have stayed at home instead of sneaking out of her father’s house, just to find a man to fuck her. A good girl would not have stabbed a man like me in the hand with a pen. A good girl would not be turned on by holding a gun on a man.” I leaned in. “You are definitely not a good girl, Francesca.”

“You’re wrong.” Her voice was weak, unsure.

“Go on then. Pull the trigger.”

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