Page 33 of Mafia Rules

“I just wanted to do something you’ve never done, but apparently, they know you there.” Eve’s staring at her hands in her lap, playing with a ring on her finger.

“I have been there. But not for what you think. I went to school with the owner. He has parties there every now and again.” I reach for her, but she pulls away.

“Did you use the rooms?” She looks at me through tears.

“I’ve watched things. I’ve done nothing there. It’s not appealing to me.” I reach for her again, and this time, she lets me.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I like things to be between two people.”

“But why did you let me watch?” Her body shifts toward me, her eyes inquisitive.

“You’re different. You had surprise in your eyes. Then there was something else. You wanted me. You could have left, but you stayed and did the interview.” My hand caresses her cheek. I was falling for her, as stupid as that sounds. No one has ever looked at me with that much want in their eyes.

“I don’t understand how different that is from the club?”

“It's you, love.” I pull her lips onto mine and slip my tongue deep into her mouth. She tastes like bubble gum, and my mouth waters even more for her. “It’s always just been about you. Let’s go.”

I get out of the car, eager to have Eve all to myself. I make my way to her door and open it. I take her hand and help her out. Seeing her in such a suggestive dress, caused a very primal reaction, it’s something only I should see her in. But she was a beauty.

We walk to the elevator, clinging to each other. While we wait for it, temptation gets the better of me, and my hand slips between her legs and under her panties. She’s wet from the club. “What got you so wet?” I whisper in her ear as my fingers go effortlessly deeper inside of her.

“You. Being submissive.”

I retreat slightly to meet her gaze, trying to read the emotions in her eyes. “Do you want to dominate me, Eve?”

“I do,” she says, barely in a whisper.

I have to readjust my pants in case someone is in the elevator when it opens. She did a good job. If it wasn’t at the club, I’d have wanted to see where she would go with it. “I’m yours tonight.”

Her lips curl up, and she looks away, blushing. She’s acting shy, but after tonight, I know there’s something different she wants to explore.

I pull out my phone. “Just a minute.” I text my runner to pick up a few things. “Something for later,” I say, not wanting her to think it was about work.

The elevator opens, and it’s empty. But I know there’s a camera, so I must be good until we reach my condo. With her looking this tempting, it's tough.

The door opens into the darkness of my living room. I flip the soft entry lights on, and Eve drops her things on the nearest chair.

“I will make us some food, and your surprise should arrive.” I enter the kitchen and look in the fridge.

“You’ve never cooked for me.” Eve leans against the doorframe.

“That won’t change tonight.” I chuckle, taking out last night’s leftovers. “But I can cook.”

“Will you cook for me?” Her eye makeup is a bit smudged, giving her a sexy edge.

Placing the food on the counter, I move toward her, seizing and drawing her near. “Oh right, I’m the submissive tonight.” I kiss her neck and ear.

She giggles, pushing me away. “That’s right. You have to do everything I say.” Her voice is low and more assertive than I’ve ever heard.

It takes everything to not flip her over my shoulder, take her to the bedroom, and rip her clothes off. Instead, I behave like her good boy and step out of her space, kneeling in front of her. “What would you like me to do?”

Eve's eyes dart past me as she whispers, "Don't move." Her footsteps echo softly as she heads into the kitchen. I hear her opening cupboards and the fridge. I stay still, amused by her eagerness to assert dominance over me.

She returns with a bowl. “Hands behind your back.”

Curious about what's in the bowl, I obediently follow instructions.

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