Page 52 of Captivated

We funnel the money we get from our gambling dens around the city and monthly fight nights through a few shell companies and our legitimate companies to clean it and make it look legitimate. One of my jobs is to do payroll for each company. Our soldiers, captains, and everyone else in the family all have their names on businesses as employees, so our income is always legitimate in the eyes of the government.

Once I authorize it all, I close my laptop and pour myself another glass of whiskey.

I gave Cassie everything on me that I was willing to share on paper. Of course, I omitted my moredeadlyindiscretions that could land me in prison if anyone got ahold of the papers. Besides, if she wants to know about those, then she can ask me. I won’t lie to her, but I don’t think she needs details into that aspect of the family business.

A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts, and when I answer it, I’m met with the beautiful vision of Cassandra Connelly herself.

“I got your gift,” she says, holding up the envelope. “It makes me wonder what you know about me if you felt the need to give me such an in depth look into your life. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now.”

“It’s not?”

“No.” She gives a little shake of her head while wearing a sneaky little smile. “I’m here because I’m tired of denying what I want.”

“And what is it you want?” I ask smoothly, darting my eyes between hers. I don’t want to miss anything.

“You. This. Us.” Her words hit me right in my heart and I’m fucking soaring. “I don’t have all the answers,” she continues nervously, “and I still have a lot of questions. But what I do know, is that I’m tired of fighting with myself when it comes to you, and I just want to have one thing that’s all mine.”

“And that’s me?” I probe, needing her to say the words. I don’t want any more hot and cold. I want to hear her say it so there’s no doubts.

“Yes, that’s you,” she says confidently.

“It’s not that easy now,” I tell her, and she narrows her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been nothing but open with you and how much I want you, Cassandra.” Her eyes flutter at my use of her full name. “Nowyouneed to show me how much you want me.”

I step back to let her in my room and her eyes flash with that spicy need to fire back at me, but she bites her tongue.

I take a seat in the club chair I have positioned to face the windows, beckoning her over with the wave of two fingers.

Cassie walks around me to stand in front of me, and I swirl my whiskey in my glass. “Get on your knees,la mia rossa piccante. I don’t need you to say anything to know you want me. Your mouth has a much better way of apologizing that doesn’t include words.”

Cassie raises her chin. “I never said I was apologizing.”

I tilt my head. “Then why are you here?”

She remains silent.

“You’re tired of pushing me away,” I tell her. “So pull me closer,piccante. Right into that hot little mouth of yours.”

I can see her need to talk back, but she rolls her lips between her teeth to hold back, making me smile. That stuns her, and my smile widens. The list of things in my arsenal to get Cassie to turn to putty in my hands is growing.

Cassie takes her coat off and folds it over the back of the couch. She starts to kneel, until I hold up my pointer finger to stop her. “Wait. I want you naked first. I want to see what’s mine.”

She unzips her heeled boots first, then slowly peels her skin-tight jeans down her legs. The determined set of her jaw and fiery passion in her eyes has my cock rock-fucking-solid.

She takes directions so well when she has something to prove.

Cassie lifts her sweater over her head and drops it to the floor at her feet. She stands before me in black panties and a purple bra that looks so damn good against her skin and red hair.

She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. When the satin falls away, I’m greeted to her perfect tits and nipples that are begging to be sucked, pinched, and pulled so they turn that deep red shade of her hair I fucking love.

I rub my bottom lip to keep from reaching out and touching her, and scrape my teeth over my bottom lip when she shimmies her hips and pushes her panties down. Cassie stands proud in front of me with her shoulders back, jaw set, and eyes ablaze. A goddess.

I swirl my finger in the air. “Turn. Let me see all of you.”

She obliges, and when she’s back facing me, I grab her by her inner thigh and pull her towards me. She braces herself on my shoulders and I waste no time sliding my hand up to cup her pussy.

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