Page 40 of King Of Order

I sat in the chair across from him. ‘Black, hot, scalding. In case I decide to throw it in your face.’

‘Cazzo, she’s on fire this morning,’ he rasped, pushing the mug towards me.

I reached for it and clutched it, seeking comfort from the heat radiating through its surface. I angled it in front of my face to hide my flaming cheeks.

Because the man still had the ability to turn me on, evidenced by my tightening nipples and the ache between my thighs.

‘What the hell do you want?’ I murmured, taking a much-needed sip, hoping to ward off the migraine threatening behind my eyes.

‘What do you desire,belleza?’ he countered. ‘Turns out I’m a genie and can grant your wishes. All of them.’

His brow arched, and his eyes glittered. The fucker was taunting me about how easily he’d undone me.

I blushed harder but fought off the embarrassment with a scowl.

I tilted my head, eyes glaring at him. ‘You’re here because you think I need your services.’

He shrugged. ‘Don’t you?’

His eyes flicked to my neck, where the burn from Claudio’s grip remained.

His eyes narrowed, and I saw them flicker with an emotion close to anger. ‘Appears you require someone who’s got your six, and I know you’ve been searching for me.’

‘How?’ I growled, my hackles rising.

A small smile played on those sensual lips, and I sucked my teeth. ‘You have eyes on me, somehow.’

‘I wouldn’t be a good security expert if I didn’t have a channel to you, Miss Tirone. How better to demonstrate my skillset?’

‘You’re the one who broke into my house and hacked my data too, it seems, which makes you a fucking felon.’

‘You’re one to talk,’ he drawled.

I blanched. ‘What?’ I whispered.

‘Your family’s sins are infamous,leonessa.’

My eyes widened. ‘What the fuck did you call me?’

‘What you are. A lioness, fierce as hell,’ he chuckled, winking at me in yet another reminder of his sexual prowess over me.

‘And you’re a freak, amostro!’

‘Call me all the names you want, woman; you need me.’

I hated how he licked his upper lip, his eyes glittering with a gloating gleam. I also loathed how wet I still was, my clit pulsing in my shorts. I was screwed.

‘Why can’t I find you in search results? Are you even legit?’

‘I’m the freakin’ best in Europe. I’m happy to have some clients share their testimonials.’

‘Please do.’

He canted his muscled torso, leaning back in his chair. ‘Soon as we agree terms.’

His eyes flicked over me, moving lower to my chest.

With horror, I realized I was sitting before him in my skimpy night clothes and dressing gown.

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