Page 5 of Sinful Queen (Dark Mafia Sins 5)

Two of his fingers dip into the liquid, and he drags them across my lips. My tongue swipes, stealing a taste. “Delicious.”

“Not as delicious as I know you’ll be.” He keeps eye contact. His confidence has my body igniting as he takes a drink of the scotch before bringing the glass to my lips. My lips part and allow him to tilt the glass up for me to take a small sip.

“Good girl,” he praises, leaning past me and placing the crystal tumbler on the side table. His fingers dance along my hip before he stands tall again, towering over me.

I can’t take the suspense anymore. I pull at his shirt collar and bring him down to me, and I kiss him, mixing the scotch and each of our flavors together. He groans in my mouth, and when I feel him pulling away, I nip at his lower lip, and it pulls out as he distances from our kiss.

Lust simmers in each nerve. I slip my panties down my toned legs, step up to him, and place them in his breast pocket. He palms my lower back, his fingers resting on my ass.

“I underestimated you. I like it when a woman can surprise me.” My heart flutters, liking how I impress him. He’s so damn good-looking it’s criminal. “Spin. I want to get a good look at you.” His hand stays on my hip as I do a slow, seductive turn. His fingers lower and brush against my pussy over my skirt as I complete the full circle in front of him. “Go get your drink.”

I turn and do as I’m told, commenting over my shoulder, “So bossy.”

“Don’t forget I can see you like it.”

Gripping my skirt, I pull it down my legs and let it drop to the ground. I toss my tank top before I pick up my drink, and with a flick of my fingers, I unlatch my bra from the back with my other hand.

Before I can look at him, he’s in my space, his fingers gripping my throat. “Did I ask you to undress? You’re ruining part of my fun.”

Ignoring his fingers, I bring my drink to my lips and savor the taste. His hand tightens as I swallow, just enough to remind me he’s in power.

“Don’t be a party pooper. Let me see what’s under the hood,” I flirt, smirking, and I lift my drink to his lips. They don’t move as he continues to assess me. When it looks like he’s not going to open, I bring the glass down and dip a finger in, much like he did. When I brush my finger against his lips, he nips at it.

“Most girls would have run out of here by now.”

“I thought we already established I’m not most girls.”

“That’s right. You’re so much more. What’s your name?” he asks.

A shiver runs through me at a slight breeze, and from being naked. “A little late for introductions now. Just call me Beauty.”

“Does that make me the Beast?”

“As long as you remember I don’t do sleepovers, and I’ll be gone by sunrise.” His fingers loosen from my throat, allowing me to continue, “So far, I like your playlist. Be sure to use that move later.” I acknowledge the whole throat-grab thing. It was hot.

I undo his shirt’s top button. When he doesn’t make a move to stop me, I continue downward until I’m able to move his button-down off his shoulders. He’s coated in tattoos. I have never seen so many in my life.

“You enjoying yourself?” he asks gruffly.

“I am.” I wink while appreciating the view of him removing his shirt the rest of the way. His thick frame is enveloped with muscles. I’m far from disappointed. “Don’t forget your pants,” I remind him. I can see the front of them tenting from his erection, and I don’t hide my observation. I take another sip, savoring the flavor and my view.

“Now who’s bossy?” he teases me as his lips curve, and he steps toward me. Playfully, I step back. His eyes light up—he likes being the predator. I take three steps for his two, until the cold surface of a wall connects with my back.

I’m stilled by the barricade.

He still has his pants on, while I’m completely naked.

“You can’t run from me now.”

Taking the power from him, I wrap my empty hand around the back of his neck and kiss him. He wastes no time turning the kiss possessive, hard, and controlling. I wish my body wouldn’t respond to it, but I unconsciously step into him.

“I’m giving you three seconds to go lie on my bed and arch your back with your legs open.” He’s eyeing me, looking ready for me to back down from his demand.

I’m loving this whole power-struggle thing we’re playing.

“No.”

His eyes widen in shock at my refusal. I wonder how high up in rank he is to be shocked by someone simply telling him no.

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