Page 60 of Boardwalk Kings

On our way upstairs, I got in his face. “What is your problem with me? You’ve had it out for me since my graduation. Nothing I do or say is ever good enough for you. Tell me what you want from me, so I can please my new master.”

His eyes flared with anger, and then he wrapped his hand around my long black hair and pulled me to him. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Miss Vianello. One you will lose.”

I flicked my tongue across my lips to gain a reaction from him. It worked. Because Dante drew a breath from between his teeth, his eyes on my lips.

“Tell me what you want, Dante.” I slid my hands up his muscular chest. “I will do it. I’m your good girl.”

“You want to be my good girl?” Darkness washed over his handsome features as he studied my face, curling his long fingers around my throat. “Good girls don’t suck my brother’s dick.”

So much for thinking I could gain his trust, win him over. He wanted something from me.

But what?

I wished he would come out and say what he expected. I assumed he wanted me to confess my father’s crimes. However, I hadn’t worked with enough of their accounts to spot the discrepancies my father assured me were there.

The elevator doors opened onto the third floor. Security guards stood at each end of the hall. To our right was the security office, where they watched all the cameras. We headed left toward the office space I shared with my dad.

Dante removed the electronic keycard from his pocket and swiped it before holding open the door for me to step inside. We passed by the reception desk, then my father’s office.

Once inside my office, Dante slammed the door and walked over to the money chute on the wall beside the mahogany desk. He removed a set of keys from his pocket and jammed the correct one into the lock on the wall. He pulled on the metal handle and then set the duffle on the table beside him.

Dante tapped his thigh, staring through me with those intense brown eyes. “Get over here. I’m not doing your job for you.”

I crossed the room and stood beside him.

He tipped his head at the money in the duffel bag. I grabbed handfuls of wrapped cash without complaint and dropped them down the chute. I worked with Dante burning a hole through me with his gaze.

After I finished, he slammed the metal door shut and locked it with the key. He stuffed the keys into his pocket and turned away from me.

I curled my fingers around his muscular arm. “Dante, I’m sorry.”

Not really.

He glanced down at my hand and frowned before peeling my hand off his arm. “Save your sorrys.”

“You know what?” I got in his face. “I take it back. I’m not sorry.”

His jaw clenched. “I’ve had enough of this shit.” Dante gripped my hips and walked me over to the desk, throwing me on top. Then, with his hand on my back, holding me down, he pushed up the skirt and groaned. “No panties?” He clutched my hair in his hand and tilted my head back, so our eyes met. “You disgust me, Miss Vianello.”

I licked my lips. “What are you gonna do about it, bossman?”

Furious, his nostrils flared. Dante pushed my head down and pressed my cheek to the wooden desk. I was so wet when he rubbed his hand over my ass that I felt my cum slide down my inner thigh.

“I had high hopes for you,” he bit out as his big hand came down hard on my ass cheek. “We all did.” He groaned with the next whack to my skin that hurt at first, but the pain turned to pleasure as he found a comfortable rhythm. “Top of your class. So fucking talented. And you sell yourself short by whoring yourself out to men who will kill you just as quickly as they will fuck you.”

“Is that why you hate me?” I moaned with the next slap of his palm and looked at him over my shoulder. “Because you thought I would be some saint? If you and your brothers hadn’t disrupted my life, maybe I would still be that girl. But she died the day you brought me here.”

He stopped for a second, and his hand lowered to his side. I wiggled my ass in his face, taunting him to keep punishing me. But, God, I wanted him so badly I couldn’t stand it.

Instead of answering me, Dante flipped me over. Right on my bare ass that probably had his handprint on it. Our eyes met for a split second, our chests rising and falling. Even Dante looked like he was about to unravel.

Like he was close to losing control.

So I encouraged him by pushing the skirt up, spreading my legs wide. His eyes lowered to my dripping wet pussy. And since I had his attention, I dragged my finger up my slit, letting my juices spill onto the desk.

“You did this to me, Dante.” I pumped my finger into me and whimpered at the intense sensation that spread down my arms. “I’m so wet for you.” Then, pumping another finger into me, I watched him breathe hard, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I know you want me.”

He stared at my pussy, and his resolve faded after a moment of internal deliberation. Dante unbuckled his belt and stripped it off, folding it in half. “You’re such a dirty little slut.”

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