Page 69 of Deadly Wrath

My heart skips, the thud-thud-thud is racing through my body.God, it’s gorgeous. The sleek lines and chrome gleaming under the garage light, it’s perfect. My fingers itch at my sides. I want to touch it, but the thought of Alessio catching me earns ahands-off-the-goodsmental warning. He’s still pacing around, locked into his phone call, so maybe he won’t notice. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t risk it.

I catch Alessio saying, “Fine, I’ll go,” which snaps me out of my gawking at the row of bikes. I turn back to him, biting back a smirk.

Overcompensating? Nah, this guy doesn’t have to prove anything. Not after the way his, uh, equipment practically rearranged my insides today.

Alessio’s watching me, and I do my best to act unimpressed by his massive display.

“Looks like I’ll have to cash in on my prize later,” he says.

“What prize?” I ask, acting innocent.

He steps closer, towering over me. “From our little bet. Don’t think I’ve forgotten, and when I get back, I will collect…”

The man has me like putty in his hands. “And when will this be?”

Ugh, since when did I become the girl who cares where he’s going or when he’ll be back? I should be glad I get some breathing room, maybe let my poor pussy recover from the pounding it took today.Now, I’m just acting needy.

His hand slides under my shirt, his fingers grazing up my thigh, moving dangerously close to something that would strip me of any respect I have left. I swallow hard, pressing my thighs together, but when I look up at him, I try to keep my face neutral.

“Thought I’d given you enough this afternoon,” he murmurs roughly while dragging his finger slowly up my pussy lips.

“Oh, I can wait.” I flash him a sweet, innocent smile. “Can you?” I tease, crossing my arms over my chest, lookingdown at his growing bulge.

Alessio steps even closer, grabbing my wrists and pulling them behind my back, and his leg nudges mine apart. His gaze pins me in place, promising something sinful, and maybe a little dangerous. “Careful, Liv. Keep pushing, and I’ll tie you to my bed and leave you there until I get back.”

Fuck, yes, please.

His fingers slide between my legs, teasing me until one pushes inside, and I almost lose it. My mouth goes dry at his touch, and the filthy promise hanging between us. “Uh-huh,” I squeak.

“When I get back,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting along my skin, “you’ll be waiting for me in my bed, naked. Understood?”

The part of me that’s still functional manages a shaky nod. “Y-yes, sir.”

His dark, knowing smirk wrecks me as he pulls his finger out, patting my throbbing pussy. “Good girl.”

I hate how my body shivers when he slips that finger into his mouth, licking off every drop. The sight alone sends heat rushing through me. Apparently, I’m really into this praise thing.

What the hell happened to my self-control?

A sharp smack lands on my bare ass, the sting making me yelp. “Now go get dressed before I fuck you over the hood of my Bugatti.”

Against all better judgment, I dash up the stairs like the good little girl he wants me to be.

This man is seriously going to be the death of me.

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Alessio

This factory’s a fucking dump and reeks of mold, piss, and rotting garbage. Cooper, my ex-surveillance guy fromDemoni’s, is tied to a rusted-ass chair in the middle of it, sweat dripping down his temple like he already knows he’s fucked. His eyes dart around like some cornered rat, looking for a way out that doesn’t exist.

Chris was walking an underage girl straight to him before the little shit bolted.

Chris didn’t say a damn thing before he met his maker. Let’s see if Cooper’s got more to offer. He’s still gonna end up the same way.

“You thought you could hide from me, huh?”

Kota and Nathan dragged his sorry ass out of whatever rat-infested hole he was hiding in, sulking around this rotting steam plant, thinking he could vanish into thin air.

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