Page 28 of The Mafia's Property

“I’ll make it easier for you. We can add the boyfriend/girlfriend game to the mix. That way, any lapse in judgement by you could be explained by your ‘love’ for me.” The word love dripped with derision and sarcasm as he spoke.

“Ah, like the one I played with Nico in Chicago.”

His eyes darkened. “I don’t know what game you played with him, but mine’s a little less innocent. I want you to be very much into me once a certain person comes.”

“Into you?”

“All over me. Above me, beside me. I want you to treat me like you can’t get enough of me.”

“That’s going to be difficult,” I replied, knowing that’s a lie. It’s not as if he hasn’t been occupying my dreams lately. Nico, I understand, but Enrico? I still hadn’t forgotten that spanking he gave me and every night I dreamed of him giving me another. Only the spanking would evolve to something more. He would end up throwing me onto the bed and getting on top of me, and then Nico would join in. That was usually where the dream ended, and I wanted it to go on further.

“I’m sure a girl like you knows how to pretend when you’re with a client. Even a virgin like you. You’re no longer a virgin, right?”

“Nope. Cherry popped and all.” The lie came out of nowhere, and Enrico seemed disappointed at my emphatic statement.

“Good,” he said. “At least you’re no longer an ingenue. I hate those.”

Ingenue. You’d think he was referring to some character in a Jane Austen novel. “One less reason to hate me,” I said.

His mouth turned up slightly, and I turned my attention back to the floor. I wasn’t watching anyone or anything, but I was enjoying watching everyone move about. And as much as I pretended to be unaware, I could feel his gaze on me the entire time. It made sipping champagne and trying to act casual, hard. And how was I supposed to convince some guy that I was a lawyer with the crater in my schooling? I had a high school diploma only for crying out loud. The only legal documents I’ve ever signed were NDAs and the twin’s odd contract. After a short while of bearing his gaze, I gave up all pretense. “What is it?”

He leaned back, his arm still around my shoulder, I noticed. The posture made him look like Nico more than anything else. “Isn’t this your natural habitat?” he said.

“And?”

“Why are you acting like a fish out of water?”

I felt like I had been caught out. If I told him I didn’t enjoy being out all night, he would not believe me. But wasn’t better if he thought I was a creature of the night. Comfortable in a setting like this and not in my own home, reading? “The music is a little dull for my taste.” The music was fine. I even recognized the DJ to be a popular international hit maker.

“I’ll get them to change it. What’s your mood?”

“Why are you so curious to please me all of a sudden? Surely you haven’t had a change of heart?”

His gaze was intense as he bore down into my eyes. “Just curious to see what my brother sees in you.”

I took a sip of champagne. More than I did previously emptying the glass and placed it on the table in front of us. “You want to see me in action? Fine.” I stood up. He was just another client, I told myself as I got prepared to get into the rhythm of the music. The DJ had changed the song and was playing a sensual but no less pumped up song. I began to move to— “What are you doing?” Enrico had stood up and was taking my waist into his big hands. “What does it look like? Dancing?”

I took in a deep breath. “With me?”

“Is there anyone else you think I should dance with? The hostess perhaps.” I frowned, unsure of this different Enrico served up tonight. Was it the alcohol? It must what was making him mellow. Otherwise, why have those bottles cost ten thousand if they can’t make you temporarily be cordial to someone you hate? I shook my head. I didn’t want him to dance with anyone but me. “Can you dance?” I said, as we began moving together. He swayed with the same motions I was swaying to, as if following my lead. My little dress was backless, so when his hands went around my waist, I felt his skin directly come into contact with mine. His body was big. He was very big, but Nico was a little bigger than him. He had a grace to his size that made him seem less intimidating. The danger lurked beneath though. There was no mistaking it. “You don’t look like the type that gets onto the floor.”

His hands moved a little lower, right on top of the base of my spine, and he drew me a little closer to his chest. God, his cologne. It was intoxicating. I drowned in his scent as he whispered in my ear. “I’m not.”

We moved together as we swayed to the rhythm of the music. And as the tempo changed, so did our movements and we went from moving together to rubbing against each other. His hands went from my waist to my thighs, up to my breasts. I felt hot as he felt every part of me he could reach. His gaze locked on mine. We were mere inches away from each other. I was sure if I moved a little forward, I would brush his lips against mine. And how would they feel? Soft? Hard? Tender, like Nico or punishing? Before I could tempt myself into kissing him, I turned, so that I wasn’t facing him and had my back against his body. He leaned into my neck as we danced, his hands slowly traveling down my body to my thighs and into my tiny dress. “You’re so soft,” he whispered against my neck. His hands continued traveling up and up. Soon they were reaching my center. I stiffened. “Enrico stop.”

“A stripper is worried people will see her naked? Interesting. It’s okay. The glasses are tinted. No one will see us here.” His hand reached my center, and he chuckled when he felt my wet pussy.

I moaned and quickly caught myself. “Your bodyguard?”

He caught my clit and pressed it while remarking, “Skits is very disciplined.” My knees buckled. I had to lean into him so I couldn’t fall. He played with it to the sound of the music, like it was an instrument. His other hand found my breast and caressed it in time with my pussy. My vision blurred at the rush of being touched like that.

“And Nico?”

He nicked my ear. “What about him?”

“I’m his.” My words came out in a choked whisper. “He said I’m his alone since you,” I gasped when squeezed my clit. “Since you refused to claim me.”

“What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” Suddenly, he increased his ministrations, and I forgot where I was or that I was a little shy a few seconds ago. What I wanted, needed, was the pleasure his fingers were giving me. I found it hard to breathe. I was gasping for air and when I finally came, I had to bite back a moan against my elbow. When he let go of me, I slumped into his chest and I could have fallen if he didn’t catch me in time. He sat me down on the chair and followed suit. “What was that?” I asked, after gasping for air.

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