Page 7 of Filthy Desire

She ignored everything but her instinct to survive.

She wasn’t going to let anyone, not even the formidable ‘filthy don’ of New York, Gio Ferraro, ruin her life.

She had a few secret weapons of her own.

He had no fucking idea what he was in for.

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GIO

Watching a woman get on her knees always gave Gio a heady rush of power.

But having the bold and stunning Kara Delaine on her knees? The spike of adrenaline coursing through his blood was like nothing he’d ever felt, outside of the high-risk sports he liked to indulge in.

Kara was stronger than most people Gio knew. Going toe to toe with a mafia don was a ballsy move. Especially after she’d fucked up so badly. But she’d never broken eye contact. And except for the wild beat of her pulse point on her slender neck, she didn’t display any outward signs of nerves or fear. The woman was either batshit crazy or tougher than he’d anticipated.

He’d have Roman dig into her story to confirm everything she’d told him. But Gio was good at reading people. He was convinced she was telling the truth. And now the reason for her familiar face was clear to him.

And what a face it was.

Smooth, golden skin that set off her fiery hair.

But it was those hypnotic eyes…

She was a tempting zingara, a gypsy. Gio had been warned by his grandmother about the curse of such women, but he always pushed aside her old-fashioned superstitions. He didn’t believe in witches or gypsy curses.

He believed in things he could see and taste and touch.

Like the woman kneeling before him.

With her head bowed and her hands in her lap, she was the perfect submissive, waiting for his next order. The sight had gotten him so hard, so fast, it was almost painful to stand up. Kara knew exactly what she was doing, and an unsettled feeling erupted in the pit of his stomach. She knew how to give people what they desired the most. Did she know instinctively what he needed?

That wouldn’t do. He didn’t want anyone knowing his innermost desires. Being vulnerable to another was like handing over the knife to plunge into your back.

Should he be fearful of her? No. He didn’t fear anyone. And certainly not this woman.

No, Kara wasn’t a gypsy. She was just a woman. A beautiful and intriguing woman, but still. He’d use her and toss her aside. If he enjoyed her services tonight, he might reconsider ruining her business. Maybe.

First, she had to prove that she would do whatever it takes to appease him.

“So obedient,” he stated as he walked to stand in front on her.

His cock was throbbing with a fierce ache, tenting his tailored pants.

She’d yet to look at him, ever since he gave the order, and that wouldn’t do. He slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head back. Juicy red lips beckoned.

He ran his thumb over her lower lip, testing its softness then pushed the tip of his finger into her mouth. Her hot tongue circled his finger, teasing him with light strokes.

“You have a perfect mouth. It’s so lush. You know that you were made for fucking and sucking, don’t you?”

Kara said nothing in response, but her eyes gleamed like a cat that had caught the canary. Her silent self-assurance grated on Gio’s overheated nerves.

“Unzip me and take my cock in your mouth,” he growled. “But make it last. I don’t want to come quickly. I’m going to save my load for your ass. And you better swallow it all down. Every fucking inch.”

Gio was not a small man. His cock was long and thick and it took even the most skilled sex workers a while to build up to swallowing his whole dick.

Kara didn’t blink as she unzipped his pants. He was mesmerized by those fucking eyes, watching as her pupils dilated. Was she getting off on this or was she high on something else? Gio shouldn’t care but for some crazy reason, he was itching to know.

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