Page 107 of No Saint

I sit in the chair behind my desk and open a draw that holds a small, light weight pistol and the thigh holster designed for it.

“Come here.”

She stops between my parted legs.

Reaching forward, I hook my hand behind her knee and lift, resting the toe of her stiletto against the edge of my chair. My hands smooth up her calf.

“You know how to work this,” I say, “You do not hesitate doing so. There are no questions. You shoot first.”

I slip her foot into the holster and slide it up her leg, over her knee until it rests around her thigh, fingers brushing on her skin, high up and close to that sweet spot right at the apex.

Her breath rushes from her lips as she watches every move I make.

I place the holster high up, high enough to be concealed by the length of her dress and then I press my hands around her thigh, my eyes on hers.

“You will stay safe for me, Amelia,” I tell her, “You will come home to me.”

“Yes.”

“Always?”

“Always,” she promises.

I tighten the holster until she gasps out in pain and then pleasure as I let my hand wander further, brushing over her laced covered sex. “Don’t look!” She gasps out.

“What?”

“It’s for later, a surprise.”

The tips of my fingers dig into the very top of the inside of her thigh, “I do not like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.” She promises.

With a flare of my nostrils and a calming of my need, I suppress the desire to rip that beautiful dress from her body and have her over the desk. Instead, I pluck the small pistol from the draw and fit it into the holster, keeping her leg up, the toe of her shoe between my own.

“It is easy to use,” I explain, purposely whispering a finger across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, “here is the safety,” I point to the small button, “It is loaded. You aim, you fire.”

“And if I miss?” She gasps out.

“You won’t miss,leonessa.You do all to come home to me.”

“Yes.” She admits.

“That’s my girl.”

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Ifelt beautiful, no more than that, I couldn’t explain the elation in my chest or how, with Gabriel’s hand in mine, his lethal body beside me, I felt like a damn queen. Even with the scars visible, something I hadn’t missed when I put on the dress. I’d tried not to stare because if I did, I’d have lost my nerve but with the way Gabriel looked at me, I couldn’t help but feel as if the world was at my feet.

The weight of the gun on my thigh threw me off slightly but I’d grown used to it, the metal warming to my skin.

Sierra bounces down from the bar stool, waving over to us. She was gorgeous in the red dress, her curvy body filling it out and the slits teasing at her legs. Her dark hair was pulled across one shoulder and the silver chunky necklace choker gleamed at her throat.

“This dress!” She squeals when we stop before her, taking my hand to force me into a twirl, “You look gorgeous, Amelia!”

I let her link my arm, dragging me away from Gabriel, but him and Enzo stay close to our backs. Gabriel had told me on the way here that this casino was his own.

At the bar, I slide onto a stool, ordering a glass of wine when Gabriel’s hand slides across my thigh, his body at my back. “Don’t wander off tonight, you stay where I can see you, okay?”

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