Page 25 of Captured Desire

She tossed her hair. “No, I’m just riddled with PMS.”

“No, you’re not.”

“How would you know?”

“You told me you were ovulating when we hooked up,” I said. “That was two days ago, hence why you’re not on your period yet.”

Her jaw dropped and a faint flush moved over her cheeks. “It’s not your business to track my cycle, thank you.”

“You brought me into it, princess.”

She was livid, blushing to the roots of her hair. It took her a moment to pull it together and throw a poisonous glare at me.

“You’re goading me,” she whispered.

“So are you,” I said. “Maybe that’s the one thing we have in common. Mutual hatred.”

“I don’t hate you,” she sniffed, pushing her shoulders back. She tossed her golden and brown hair again. “You’re not worth my time.”

I planted both feet on the deck and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I was worth at least one night of it.”

“A mistake I won’t repeat.”

I reached out and put my hand on her soft, bare knee. Instead of shaking me off, she froze and her throat bobbed. Experimentally, I slid my palm an inch higher and down. Until I was touching the underside of her lower thigh. Her breath hitched and she bit her full lip.

God, she was so fucking annoying and I was dying to drop to my knees and eat her out until she broke and showed me the good girl I knew she was deep inside. The best revenge would be seeing her whimper and beg with her thighs wrapped around my head.

No, that was a terrible idea.

Checking myself, I released her knee and sat back. Putting as much space between us as possible. Her eyes lingered on me, confused. Her mouth parted and she chewed on her lower lip distractedly. Biting it until it turned pink.

Pink...like her pussy.

I cocked my head.

Maybe I should just admit to myself that she wasn’t just a hookup. I’d felt something with her, tangled up in that bed, and I couldn’t stop subconsciously obsessing over it. The problem was—was it just lust? If she let me fuck her, would I be satisfied and move on?

That didn’t make sense because I knew she was virgin and sleeping together wouldn’t be simple. It wouldn’t be a quick hook up to pump her out of my system once and for all. It would be messy and complicated.

Thankfully, the barriers that stood in my way were stronger than my desire. I knew of the Scavo family and they were traditional people. If I kidnapped their daughter and took her virginity, it would cause internal problems for the outfit. We didn’t need infighting and I didn’t need to be dragged in front of the boss for disrespect.

“Why are you just staring at me,” she said.

I jerked myself back to reality. She was frowning, her arms crossed.

“You’ve caused me a lot of trouble,” I said flatly. “Maybe I should have put you back where you came from.”

“Why don’t you?” she shot back.

That was a fair question, but I didn’t have an answer. Did I really think she was a spy? The chance was there, but the odds were low. Was I just using security risk as an excuse to cover up something else?

“You’re not getting off that easy,” I said. “You saw things you shouldn’t have. If you hadn’t snooped, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I’m keeping you until I decide you’re safe to let go.”

She rolled her eyes. “You mafia men think what you do is so important,” she said contemptuously. “It’s really just not that big of a deal.”

I laughed aloud, unable to help myself.

She scowled. “Go ahead, laugh. You’re not doing anything that keeps me awake at night. If you were trying to impress me with all your secret spy stuff, you’ll have to try harder. So just calm down.”

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