Page 11 of Black Jack (Advantage Play 5)

My spine straightens, and I lean a little closer to her while keeping my voice low so only she can hear. “Oh?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums, clearly enjoying my frustration and how easily she can manipulate me right now.

“Care to tell me what he was so chatty about?” I press.

“Personally, I think it’s quite fun to watch you squirm.”

My annoyance spikes. “You’re sexy, Bianca. I’ll give you that. And you probably love the power it gives you over most men. But I hate to break it to you. You don’t have any power over me.” Her amusement vanishes instantly and is replaced with a loathing that has little to do with me and more to do with her own shitty understanding of the way things are going to work between us. Still. I refuse to be pushed around, and I sure as hell am not gonna let her do it.

“Tell me what you know,” I demand.

“Maybe I don’t feel like chatting.”

“Then what do you feel like doing?”

“Fucking.”

The way she says it makes me pause. It has so much animosity that I’m surprised my dick doesn’t shrivel up on the spot. She doesn’t want to have sex. She thinks that’s all I want to do and plans to dangle it in front of me like a damn carrot because I admitted I’m attracted to her. She doesn’t get it, though.

We’re both trapped inside this sham of a marriage constructed by her brother. It’s not like I was planning on getting married to a stranger, let alone one that’s connected to the mafia. But I do want my freedom. And I’ll do anything to have it. Even if that means marrying a stranger.

“Well, it looks like that won’t be happening until I can get out of here,” I point out again.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing your little friend was arrested last night.”

I cock my head to the side. “Is that right?”

“Sure is.”

“And?”

“Your little friend was caught red-handed doing some very shady business with my brother.”

“And?” I push again. I swear, it’s like pulling teeth to get every damn word out of her.

She smirks, clearly enjoying this little game of cat and mouse a hell of a lot more than I am. “And it looks like you’ll be acquitted soon. Now, give your fiancée another kiss.”

My stunned silence is all she gets before she stands up from the table and bends at the waist until her tits are practically shoved into my face. With a grin, those same pouty lips meet mine. Except this time, she isn’t testing the waters, and she isn’t waiting for me to take the lead. She’s grabbing on to it with both hands, and I let her.

Her tongue drags along the seam of my mouth, tempting me to open it. When I do, she sucks my tongue into her mouth and twirls her own along the tip before a soft moan slips out of her. The sound makes me harder than a rock and practically causes the room to spin as I groan and lean in closer for another taste.

Then she pulls away.

That same coy smile screams satisfaction before she rubs the corner of her mouth with her thumb and cleans up a bit of smudged lipstick from her otherwise perfect complexion.

“You’re going to be fun. I can tell.” She wiggles her fingers at me in a girly wave that says goodbye, and it makes a giant-ass rock on her left-hand glint from the lightbulbs in the ceiling. When she realizes what I’m staring at, her amusement spreads from a smirk to a full-on grin. “Oh. And thanks for the engagement ring, Jacky Boy. I love it.”

Then she turns around and leaves, giving me a perfect view of her swaying ass as her heels click-clack against the concrete floor before Ted takes her place in my line of sight.

Great. Looks like I just bought my skanky fiancée a thirty-thousand-dollar ring. My mouth quirks up on one side before the near smirk disappears just as quickly. Something’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t be amused by that train wreck of a woman, but I’m almost disappointed she’s already gone.

“You uh, you got a little something….” Ted motions to my mouth, and I wipe my hand across it to find her dark red lipstick staining my palm. She freaking marked me.

I shake my head and mutter, “Thanks.”

“She seems…nice,” he offers as I stand to my full height.

I laugh and glance over to the door she disappeared through. “Yeah. She’s…something else.”

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