Page 74 of Mafie Kings

“Were you in my room?” I ask him, not wanting to play games. I’m on edge knowing I was just naked in my bathroom while someone was in here.

“What? Why would I be in your room?” he asks, the sound of a television in the background. He couldn't have made it back to his suite in the seconds since someone knocked.

“Is Alexi there?”

“He was watching a show with Lev just a few minutes ago. What’s going on, Little Shadow?”

“Never mind, what do you want Damien?” I walk back to the bed to open the package.

“I just wanted to see if you were interested in my offer?” I sit down on the bed, moving the phone to my shoulder so I can untie the red ribbon holding it together.

“I thought I made it very clear what I thought of your offer with my message and ignoring your first two calls,” I say as I open the box.

A small gasp leaves me when I see what's inside. It’s a beautiful black jumpsuit. Long sleeves frame a cutout bodice with a twist at the breasts, showing just enough skin to be sexy without revealing too much. The fabric is soft as silk as I trace the pants that connect underneath. The whole piece is breathtaking. A note at the bottom reads “For tomorrow”

Right. Alexi said he would have outfits dropped off for me. This is not what I expected from him, though. I assumed I would be wearing something like on the boat, or a pants suit perfectly tailored so that I couldn't move. Or another stupid pink dress like last week. Maybe this deal with Alexi isn’t so bad; I might get a few pieces of clothing out of it.

Why did the delivery come into my room?

I know Alexi has no boundaries, but sending someone to come into my room is really weird. Unless it was Alexi himself? That thought sends nerves scattering across my skin.

“So, what do you say, Little Shadow?” Damien asks.

Slowly, I realize he’s been talking the entire time and I haven’t heard a thing.

“Oh, shit. My bad. I got distracted. Can you repeat what you were saying?” I move to hang up the outfit and walk back to the bathroom.

“Were you touching yourself to the sound of my voice?” he asks, and I want to mess with him so I encourage his thoughts.

“Maybe I was, what are you gonna do about it?” I taunt as I switch the shower back on.

“Do it again,” he says, commanding me. My hand twitches to listen, but I’m not ready to give into him just yet. He had control last time. This time, it’s my turn.

“I think you should touch yourself first.”

“Oh, Little Shadow, if you think I haven’t been touching myself since I heard your voice on this phone then you’re more delusional than I am.”

Tingles erupt down my spine.What is this man doing to me?

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him as I step into the shower under the hot spray, positioning my phone on the ledge so we can still talk.

“I’m thinking about how it would feel to have those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh yeah, just like they were for Alexi?” I question, thinking bringing up another man's name right now would bother him. It doesn't though. In fact, it only seems to spur him on.

“Just like that. I want to be the one with your hair wrapped around my fingers,” he says.

My body flushes with heat that has nothing to do with the shower. My hand slides down, parting my folds, remembering what it was like to have Damien touching me in the woods.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks me. His breathing is coming in pants, telling me just how hard he’s pumping himself to the sound of my voice. Knowing I'm getting him worked up makes me feel important, powerful even. Being a King, he could have called anyone here to come to his bed tonight, but instead, he called me.

“I’m thinking… about Lev,” I taunt him again, just to see what his reaction will be. And again, it’s not what I expected.

“Yeah?” he asks, not seeming bothered at all. “Are you thinking about his mouth or his fingers?” The question throws me off guard, making my fingers pause between my legs. I don't say anything, not sure how to respond.

“Little Shadow, his fingers or his mouth?” His voice sounds strained.

If I’m gonna play, I might as well go all the way. “I’m thinking about his piercing,” I tell him, my fingers moving to the thought of that piece of metal rubbing along my clit. I imagine how it rubs right along that sensitive spot deep inside me, and I almost come right then with just the memory.

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