Page 103 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
Jesus.
The night air’s interrupted by her sigh. “Alessandro, why won’t you let me go? Don’t you know by now you can trust me? I won’t say a word. Living here with them is…”
Her voice trails off as I stalk over to the bureau and retrieve a key, before returning to where she’s standing, intently watching me. Dropping to my knee, I remove her ankle monitor and toss it aside. I make a mental note to replace it, now that it’s likely ruined.
“You actually listened to me?” Her tone is incredulous. “You’re releasing me?”
I straighten. “You get a one-minute head start.”
Her jaw practically hits the floor as she struggles to process that the game is fucking on.
I lean in, brush my lips against her ear, and enlighten her. “You better fucking run, Riley. But know, when I catch you—because I’ll always catch you—you’ll give it up like a good, obedient girl. I want to pound that pussy so hard, you won’t be able to run again.”
She shivers.
I begin counting off in my head.
Then, with a soft gasp, she’s off.
Let the hunt begin.
RILEY
I hitthe pool deck at a dead run.
One minute to escape him, and then a lifetime to look back over the troublesome choices I’ve made.
Ifhe doesn’t catch me.
IfI can thwart his promise to do so.
Fear licks up my spine, but it’s tangled up with something else—exhilaration. He made love to me the last time he was inside me. Who’s to say this won’t lead to a more meaningful connection again?
No, Riley. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.He promised a pounding. A domination of your body, not your heart.
I glance over my shoulder and spy him in the door. His wet suit molded to his muscular body. His expression firm with intent. He licks his lips like a hungry beast, and I nearly stumble. How can a man be this electric? How many times do I allow myself to get burned before nothing remains but ash?
Tonight, I’lldo.
My sprint takes on a new urgency. I’m not a housemaid, waiting on his beck and call. If he wants me, he can work for it.
I burst through the kitchen door. Cross the tile floor, bare feet sliding to a stop at the staircase. I won’t outrun him, but maybe I can outsmart him. He’ll expect me to head outside where freedom can be found through the gardens or at the beach. It’s a risky choice not to hide right away—or to put as much distance between us as humanly possible. But I make it upstairs, push into the last place he’ll search—his private suite of rooms—and then keep running, ignoring the closet and bathroom for the exercise room next door.
It’s dark inside, which works to my advantage. Pulse pounding, I duck behind a punching bag, and then try to rein in my thoughts and fail.
Will he punish me if he catches me? Take me over his knee like he’s always threatening to do and spank me? Or will he command me to press my tits together and offer my body up as a canvas for his seed? I bite my lip as excitement shivers through my body. God, why him? Why do I crave his darkness like it’s a naughty treat?
It’s so quiet I can hear my heart beating, and as a few more minutes pass, I’m convinced I’ve evaded capture.
But what now? Because if I wait too long and don’t escape the villa, he’ll return to his …
His voice cuts through the silence. “You can run and hide, baby…” I muffle my gasp because he’s close, like a few feet away. “…but I’m never fucking letting you go.”
Suddenly, the exercise room is flooded with light and my surprised reaction’s reflected from various angles in the mirrors lining the back wall.
Flashing me a sinister smile, he enters the exercise room.
I bolt for the door.
