Page 58 of Consumed By the Mafia

The SUV pulled into the garage, opened with the press of a button on the dash, and the garage lit up until it was blindingly bright. The garage door rolled shut behind them, obscuring the arrival of multiple SUVs—including Ryoma’s—in their wake and preserving the illusion.

Silva finally shifted focus. “Where the fuck did you take me? This isn’t—”

Abigail popped her door open. “No, it isn’t.” She hopped out, as did Benny, and together they hauled a still-resistant Silva from the SUV. Once Silva’s feet were on the ground, Abigail said, “You’ll be staying here until we’re satisfied that you have cooperated to the extent of your ability. At which point your relocation will depend on how you’ve behaved.” She gave him a pointed jostle as Benny moved ahead, toward the interior door. “You’re not off to a great start.”

Silva moved almost distractedly until they were around the SUV and nearly within reach of the doorway. Then he suddenly regained his fight and jerked against her hold, attempting to wrench himself free. “You can’t hold me! You got nothin’, you fucking whore!” He abruptly shifted his weight and threw one leg up and out in an attempt to kick her off of him.

Abigail was forced to back up to avoid taking a hit that would only make everything worse.

A figure moved across her field of vision, on the other side of Silva, and then Silva was on his knees and heaving as if he were about to vomit. Spittle dribbled from his lips to the floor as his body shook from the force of a blow Abigail hadn’t consciously seen.

Ryoma hauled him up again to his feet and glared into his shocked face. “That’s your only warning, Rod. Talk to her like that again, I don’t hold back.”

Abigail sighed and waited until he’d released Silva, who stumbled backward into Benny’s grip. She walked up and pressed her fingers into Ryoma’s chest. “Hey. We had an agreement.”

Ryoma framed her face in his hands and kissed her thoroughly, shamelessly, in front of all the men in the garage. “I kept my promise—you got him here. I didn’t demand Benny pull over when that fucker started running his mouth. Best I could do, baby girl.”

She wasn’t flattered. She was not. His overly macho, unnecessarily territorial display did not turn her on. It didn’t.

“Wha—” Silva wheezed. “What the fuck? What the fuck isthis? I saw your badge!”

Ryoma turned in step with her to face the sputtering, spitting man now being physically restrained by two men Abigail had no names for. Before she could speak, Ryoma snapped, “Get his ass inside and locked down.”

eighteen

In Too Deep

Ryoma held her athis side as the garage emptied, Benny and the others wasting no time hauling Chief Silva into the safehouse. For some reason, the quiet click of the door sent a shot of nerves spiking through her system. It was just the two of them, but the atmosphere was charged. Abigail could sense the tension in the man next to her and she wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with it.

Was he angry? Did he have something he needed to say?

Abigail adjusted to face him again. “Ryoma—”

He laid a thumb over her lips, silencing her, and reached out with his other hand to remove the earpiece from herear. He tucked it into her pocket, then proceeded to remove his own, before finally retracting his thumb with a deliberately provocative motion. “I ought to cut out his tongue for talking to you like that,” he said, voice low, as he leaned into her space.

Abigail let her hands settle on his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt. “We knew he’d be unhappy. It wasn’t altogether unexpected.”

Ryoma grunted and hauled her up without warning, hands under her thighs, moving until she was seated on the hood of the SUV and he was nestled between her legs. His hands dragged up to her hips, his touch burning even through the fabric of her clothes. “You don’t understand, Abby. There’s not much in this world that’s reallymine. I’m not the kind of man who sits quietly when those exceptions are insulted.”

Her heart slammed almost painfully in her chest and Abigail slid her hands up to frame his jaw, unable to break his intense stare. “Am I yours?” She knew she shouldn’t have asked the question. She understood it was stupid, dangerous even, to indulge the thought. But if her own reaction was any indication, she was already in too deep to make a clean break when this whole mess was over.

Ryoma rested his forehead against hers, their noses nearly touching, their breath mingling. Still, he didn’t look away. “Yeah.”

It was the wrong answer. It was a terrible answer. It was exactly the answer she wanted to hear.

Abigail tilted her face up and brushed her lips over his.

Ryoma grunted, sealing the kiss as his tongue pushed into her mouth. He pulled her forward and rocked his hips intohers, grinding his awakening erection against her core. His hands slid around to her back, holding her tight.

Abigail moaned and wound her arms properly around his neck. She lifted her legs to latch her ankles over the small of his back. He was too tempting, too addictive. Every time he kissed her, or even simply touched her, all her rational thought went out the window. She became a slave to her hormones and her carnal desires—and that part of her craved him like some kind of drug.

Ryoma dipped his fingers past the waistband of her pants, reaching between them to pop the button on her slacks and give himself access. The kiss turned sloppy as his fingers slipped into her panties. His low, throaty groan vibrated over her lips and his fingers stroked through her folds.

She didn’t need him to say the words to tell her how wet she was. Abigail clung to him, panting against his lips as he set to work riling her up with his hand. He held her more or less in place with his other hand, raised higher again and locked over her spine. Her nails dug into the back of his neck and his scalp as he fingered her, teasing her clit and her opening in alternating strokes. She would come on his hand, without ever taking off her pants, if he kept that rhythm up much longer. But she couldn’t bring herself to break away enough to warn him.

He sank two fingers inside her, curled enough to drag along her walls as he pumped, and stretched his thumb up to her clit. The angle was probably awkward on his wrist but it feltamazingto her and Abigail whined into his mouth in an effort not to scream. She was so, so close.

Ryomawithdrew his hand, broke the kiss, and met her hazy stare. He held her gaze as he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, then proceeded to reach down and put her clothes back in order.

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