Page 124 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
“Fucker fought me as I tied him to the bed.”
My eyes go wide. “He’s tied to the bed?”
He gives me this look, like I should know by now who is in charge.
“Sicily. Now. It’s a lot toabsorb,” I admit.
“You said you were in, baby.”
“You’re not a monster.”
His laugh’s a horrible, terrifying sound.
“You think this is funny, asshole?” the man inside screeches.
Alessandro sends a fist over his head into the door. “Don’t make me come back in there.”
My eyes pop out of my head.
He sighs. “One last chance. Go.”
“What happened last night? I went to your office…”
“Riley,” he warns, then grumbles. “Fuck it. My godfather died.”
“Don Lucchese?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Everyone anticipated it. My father’s headed to Rome. The famiglie will meet and vote on our new capo di tutti capi before the funeral service. I’ve a few days, then I’ll be gone for a week.”
I touch his face.
“I’ll be here.”
“You better,” he growls, then pulls me to my feet and hoists me over his shoulder.
“I can walk,” I cry out. “Let me go.”
“Let. Me. Go.” The prisoner echoes my words, followed by a few more, which accompany us down the hallway as Alessandro carries me away.
“Let me go,” the man screeches, “andI’llmarry her.”
SANDRO
“Wait,”she gasps, totally unprepared for my onslaught.
“I’m done waiting…” I thrust a hand between her thighs and drag two fingers across her slick folds, gathering enough moisture to draw a wet line across her flushed cheek. “…and ready to play.” I set her on her feet, and she scurries away toward the door.
Like I won’t catch her.
I’ll always catch her.
I slam against her back and pin her to the wooden frame. “Good girl.” I nip her earlobe. “Feel how hard you make me.”
Freeing my erection, I glide it between her ass cheeks, and then press the thick head against her tight bud.
