Page 145 of Corrupted Heart

She moans a little. “You say first.”

“Cut that sexy leotard and tights off of you with a blade, bite your nipples until you’re writhing for me, and then fuck you over the railing of the box.”

Bianca swallows, her eyes widening in the dim light as her breath hitches. Her nipples harden under her leotard, her face flushing darkly.

“Your turn,” I murmur. She yelps and then bites her hand as I reach up to pinch one of those far-too-tempting nipples through the fabric, making it pebble even more.

“No, I like your idea,” she whispers feverishly. “I was going to say something lame like kiss you.”

“Not lame at all,” I murmur as I grab a handful of her hair and crush my mouth to hers.

Fuck, I’ll never tire of the way her breathy whimpers hum softly in her throat when I kiss her aggressively.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to get screamed at to come back to the stage in like sixty seconds,” she sighs.

I smile. “I’ve got a work thing now anyway.”

Her brow darkens a little.

“Just a meeting.”

I haven’t told Bianca every single detail of what my job entails. But, I mean, she grew up in the mafia. She understands how this works, and what I am, and how I use what I am for my family’s benefit. Still, I know it worries her when I get called to go out someplace late and come back with bruised knuckles or blood on my shoes.

“Like a meeting-meeting, or the kind where I should have an ice pack ready for your hands?”

I grin as I cup her face and kiss her. “The only ice I’ll need is for my drink. It’s a sit-down thing. Gentlemanly. Civilized.”

“You?” she scoffs. “Civilized and gentlemanly? I call bullshit.”

I chuckle deeply as I kiss her again. “Careful. Or I’ll show you how uncivilized I can be.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You’ll find out after dinner tonight at home.”

She grins hungrily, her hips rocking as she slowly grinds herself into my lap.

“Deal.”

“Careful,” I murmur.

“Of?”

“Keeping that up, because I’ll make even Madame Kuzmina wait until I’m done fucking you.”

Her face blooms with heat, but she still gasps dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare defy?—”

“Understudies!” Madame K’s cold, cigarette-tinged voice booms through the theater. “To the stage, NOW!”

“That woman is fucking terrifying,” I mutter.

“She’s really nice once you get to know her,” Bianca ventures.

“Understudies!! RIGHT FUCKING NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

My brow arches skeptically. “Really.”

Bianca giggles. “Actually? No.” She sighs as she slides off my lap, pouting. “So, until dinner tonight.”

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