Page 43 of Dirty Big Sins

The rub of those words grated a little less as the elevator doors closed and I was whisked to the penthouse floor. Gabe had no real idea what Zia meant to me, but he was definitely right.

My big plan for Zia and how to handle what came next was better left between just the two of us. I had every intention of locking her down one way or another. Willing, unwilling… the lines were beginning to blur.

However, I could still taste the sweetness of her submission on my tongue and it about drove me wild.

I glanced down at my phone as I entered my suite. More time had passed than I expected. My big plan had been an hour at the tables, which would have been just long enough for Zia to cool down before I confronted her. One turned into four and now I only had a little bit of time before the sun came up.

Silence and darkness greeted me as I swung the door closed. As I crossed the room to the desk, I noticed that everything looked exactly as I’d left it last. As if she’d never been here at all.

What the hell? I was going to kill Tony if he’d let her get away.

As if on cue, a subtle but evident hint of the perfume she’d been wearing tonight hit my senses.

I dropped my phone, wallet and winnings from the poker game and poured myself a drink. Taking the mobster’s money had been icing on the cake after the bullshit he put me through. I was beginning to see Romeo’s point about the inevitability of my involvement in the family business. They’d all grabbed onto the thin thread of my family ties like fucking dogs with bones and I was already sick of the veiled threats and obvious lies.

There were lines, however, that I didn’t intend to cross.

The same could not be said for what I wanted to do to Zia tonight.

I loosened my tie and made my way to the bedroom.

If she’d fallen asleep, I had some damn good ideas on how to wake her up. My already hardening cock got tight, making the tailored pants I wore extremely uncomfortable.

It was dark in the room, but there was a faint glow from the adjoining bathroom light that strategically illuminated the bed. As my eyes adjusted, I took in all the details. The rumpled sheets, the pillows askew, the stronger scent of her perfume as I moved closer to the oversized bed and…

What the hell?

Instead of the beautiful woman I’d been expecting to find waiting for me, I came face to face with a big, fake dick lying in the middle of my bed.

Zia’s dildo, I presumed. The one I’d warned her not to use again without my permission.

Obviously my little willful minx had gone against my wishes and thumbed her nose at me in the process.

Part of me felt mad respect for that backbone of hers. I liked her submissive, but it tasted a hell of a lot sweeter after I fought hard and won it from her first.

This kind of provocation, though… I yanked the tie from around my neck and wrapped it around my hand, I hoped she was ready for the consequences.

Chapter Twenty

ZIA

I don’t knowhow I knew he had entered my suite, but I just did. It was as if the air in the room had changed. Became more charged. I held my breath, waiting for him to say or do something—anything.

I’d drifted in and out of a light sleep over the last couple of hours as I waited for him to find me, but never longer than a few minutes. After masturbating in Vincent’s bed just to spite him, I’d been more sexually aroused than ever. Maybe more than ever before in my life. Willfully defying his direct orders had added an unexpected element to my orgasm.

Fear.

Fear of retaliation to be exact and it excited me. I felt more alive in one night than I had in a very long time. I’d been coiled tight with tension and excitement waiting for him to come for me ever since.

Forced to take a shallow breath, I strained to hear any sign of his approach. Instead the silence yawned wider the longer I listened. Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe he wasn’t coming after all. I may have gone too far.

A sliver of disappointment flashed through me. I didn’t regret what I’d done. He’d fucking deserved it after having me interrupted and ceremoniously hauled to his room where I’d been dumped there by his henchman to wait for him. Okay, maybe he wasn’t exactly a henchman. Vincent’s security guy had been beyond polite and even a little hesitant. However, Vincent’s way of handling this called for a fucking henchman.

I understood his need for control, I really did. I had enjoyed the hell out of his dominance, even when it wasn’t exactly convenient. However, that had not given him the right to order me around at his convenience, in public no less.

The anger from earlier reignited and I rolled over onto my back. Sleep obviously wasn’t going to happen and since sunrise wasn’t far off, I needed to find something more productive to do with both my time and this energy still buzzing through me. I thought of a shower and that custom made, multi-speed shower head I’d found in there.

Maybe…

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