Page 402 of Filthy Elites

There wasn’t much Darius could say to that. He opened a drawer and took out a tea towel that he whipped against his hand with a smack that made my nerves jump—and not totally in an unpleasant way. A traitorous part of me immediately started imagining him spanking me with it.

But Darius had other ideas. “I think you’ve been here long enough that you should start earning your keep,” he said. “You seem to be getting a lot of use out of this kitchen. Let’s see you pitch in by wiping down this floor.”

Oh, he was going to go there, was he? I glanced down at the glossy gray tiles. “They already look pretty clean to me.”

“Trying to weasel your way out of repaying what you owe us?”

I glowered at him. “No, just making an observation.” An idea clicked in my head, a way I could make this more torture for him than it was for me. I snatched the towel from his hands and dipped it under the tap. “If it’ll make you happy.”

“Very happy,” he shot back with a broad grin.

I knelt down on my hands and knees near the wall, keeping my distance but staying within his view, and tugged my dress so my knees wouldn’t mash the fabric into the floor. Then I started scrubbing.

As I swept my hand back and forth over the nearest tiles, I let my hips sway. My ass rose a little higher in the air, then a little higher still. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Darius lick his lips.

“That’s right,” he said. “Exactly where you should be—down on your knees.”

“I definitely don’t want to know whatyou’reimagining right now,” I said, but I let a little breathiness creep into my tone.

Darius shifted his weight as if his pants had gotten tighter. Ha.

“I’ll imagine whatever I want,” he murmured. “And you should be imagining all the things I could do to you while you’re bent over like that, if you deserved it. I’d have you swaying twice that hard.”

“Then I’m not scrubbing hard enough.” I put more umph into the strokes of my arm, rocking my whole body back and forth just slightly. Without looking, I could feel Darius’s gaze glued to my every movement.

He came around the island so he was closer to me. I shuffled forward as if I needed to anyway to get to the next tiles, giving him an even more direct view of my ass. The door was still open—this wasn’t exactly the most dignified position for someone to look in and see me in. But I didn’t really give a shit what any of the Hell Kickers thought of me.

“Such a natural,” Darius teased, but his tone was turning heated. I smiled inwardly.

And now, while he was distracted, I could do a different sort of prying of my own. “What’s the deal with that Griffin guy?” I asked in an offhand way, giving my hips another sway.

Darius took a second to answer. “What about him?”

“I met him when I arrived. He seemed tight with your dad.Reallytight. Is he collaborating with you and your brothers on the second tier of leadership or something?”

The oldest Rosano brother scoffed. “Not likely. He’s just a suck-up who cares more about impressing people than actually getting a job done properly.”

It seemed like Griffin’s efforts had been succeeding, from what I’d seen. Darius obviously didn’t consider him a threat, though. He didn’t sound like he had any clue the guy had been lying about him to Marcel, but I didn’t see any reason to inform him. Why should I lend this asshole a hand?

“If you think that dork is going to be your Prince Charming and get you out of this, you’re sniffing around the wrong tree,” Darius went on. “While you’re here,weown you, and no one else is staking any claim.”

Oh, really. I owned myself just fine. I restrained the urge to roll my eyes and decided it was time to up my game.

“I’m getting my dress dirty on this floor,” I grumbled, and paused to tuck folds of the fabric right into my panties to hold it off the ground. The gesture exposed most of my thighs. Then I went back to scrubbing and swaying away, subtly shaking my ass in Darius’s direction.

He sucked in a breath. Then the rasp of a zipper startled me. He reached right into his jeans and fisted the erection that’d been enclosed beneath.

“You know what I’m going to do?” he said, his voice going even lower and darker—and, to my annoyance, sending a shiver straight to my sex. “I’m going to jack off to the sight of you on your hands and knees doing my bidding, and then I’m going to come right on your ass.”

I chose not to answer. Partly because the rubbing sound of his palm pumping over his rigid cock was setting off a deeper wave of heat inside me. It was a good thing I hadn’t totally exposed my panties, because the crotch had just dampened. Fuck.

He shouldn’t affect me like this. And maybe it was time I taught him a thing or two about messing with Anthea Noble.

The new idea that sparked in my head brought me up short, but only for a moment. A slight smile curled my lips. It would serve him fucking right. Let’s see if he bared that dick anywhere near me ever again.

I wiggled my ass and wiped at the floor, giving him a good show. “You obviously don’t find enough women who can put out if you’re that desperate.”

He chuckled, his breath getting rough. “I just take my opportunities as they come, and this is a fantastic one. You don’t seem to mind all that much, Lady Noble.”

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