Page 79 of Mafia Wedding

Chapter Twelve

I STEP OUT OF THE CHANGING cubicle and get catcalled for the first time in my life. Any other guy would have his teeth knocked off by now, but since it's none other than Rake who's the culprit—-

No, no, no.

I am not going to give him the satisfaction of rolling my eyes just so he can grin at me and have us flirting again like two idiots.

Rake comes close to place his hands around my waist. His touch is firm and hot, and just like that I'm strangely out of breath as he guides me to turn around so that both of us are facing the full-length mirror. It spans the entire wall opposite the row of changing cubicles, and our reflection on it shows Rake towering over me from behind and looking deliciously hot and manly despite his ultra-preppy attire of white button-down shirt and khaki shorts.

"Damn, Kayra."

His tone is rough with desire, and his gaze hungry as he stares at the sundress I've changed into. It has a halter neckline that I need to securely tie behind my neck and a loose, swirly skirt that's just long enough to hide the gun I have strapped around my thigh.

"You look too hot, dammit."

"You look hot, too," I tell him, and after a moment, I add, "Darn it."

Rake grins. "Stop being so cute."

"Stop being so gross."

But this only makes his grin widen as he turns me around to face him. "Your mug shots seriously haven't done you justice."

"I can say the same about your video in Pornhub."

"In my defense—-filming that video was part of a Strakh op."

"I didn't expect it to be anything else."

"I was also of the impression that our tech team had already scrubbed every trace of it on the Internet."

"They have," I assure him.

"And yet you still managed to watch it."

"I have my ways," I say with a shrug.

"I love how you sound matter-of-fact even while low-key bragging like that."

And there he goes risking having his hands chopped off again as he manages to steal another stupid pinch from my cheeks.

"You truly are a girl after my cock," Rake purrs.

Yuck.

"You're just being vulgar for vulgar's sake, aren't you?"

"No, darling. I actually wasn't—-"

Rake makes a lightning-quick movement that has me on my knees in a blink.

"But now I am."

He unzips his shorts, and I suddenly find myself at eye-level with his cock, which has already swelled double its size.

Rake starts stroking it, and I actually feel myself getting wet between the legs.

His other hand grips my hair, and I feel myself getting even wetter.

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