Page 83 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

She was either dead serious or had had a few too many drinks or a combination of both.

She took my hand. “Let me show you.”

“Show me what?”

“How serious I am.” She pulled my hand up her dress and placed it over her panties, which were completely soaked through.

Warmth rushed through my core, and I clenched.

This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t be happening.

I glanced around to ensure nobody was watching us, then couldn’t stop myself from drawing my thumb over her swollen clit. I furrowed my brow and whimpered to myself, the heat growing inside me.

Laila softly moaned, staring at me with huge fuck me eyes that no woman had ever given me before. I had been the one to deal those out to Austin every night for the past few months.

And while I knew I should be getting away from this place and going home, I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my thumb faster against her clit. My hand was buried underneath her skirt, and heat was coming off her in waves.

“Do you want to come meet my husband? We have a proposition for you,” she asked suddenly, still rubbing my clit.

“What kind of proposition?” I asked, heart pounding.

“One million dollars in exchange for you being our toy.”

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Wh-what did she just say? She wants me to be their toy in exchange for money? She wants her husband to use me, touch me, thrust himself inside me? And she wants to grind her pussy against me while he does?

After pulling her hand from my skirt, Laila grabbed my hand and led me through the dancing crowd, then through a dimly lit back hallway. I stared down at the marble tiles, heart pounding inside my chest when I spotted two large bodyguards standing in front of the last door.

This has to be a joke. Or more like a death sentence.

Intertwining her fingers with mine and squeezing, Laila pulled me toward her until her breasts brushed against my arm. Warmth exploded through my core, my pussy pounding already, and she hadn’t really touched me yet.

When we reached the guards, I stopped Laila. “Are you sure this is okay?”

She giggled, the sound making me tighten, and nodded to the guards anyway. They glanced briefly at me, and then one opened the door into the large luxury office. A white fur rug. A black marble desk. And the mobster with a handsome face and devilish smirk.

With dark brown hair slicked back, a black Rolex clasped around his wrist, and a tailored suit that hugged his muscular body, he gazed across the desk at me and pressed his full pink lips together.

Once the door shut, Laila dropped my hand and walked to her husband. “This is Constantino.”

“H-hi,” I squeaked out, nerves nipping at my insides. “I’m Sage.”

“I know,” he said, voice deep and gruff.

“Y-you know?”

“I know everyone who comes into my club more than once.” Constantino walked around the desk so he stood in front of it, then leaned back and didn’t say another word, his hooded eyes terrifyingly dark.

Laila stood next to him, her left breast pressed against his chest.

I stood next to the couch and stared at them through wide eyes, my core warming. This … this really couldn’t be happening right now. Maybe she was testing me, seeing if I’d touch her husband with her so she could … kill me. Was that what the Mafia did?

“Come here,” she said, reaching for me.

Gulping, I stepped toward her and looked between the married couple.

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