Page 32 of Stealing His Christmas Present

It was another thing I was doing for her that no one had ever cared to do for me. Another perk I was letting her have without getting anything in return, but I didn’t want to think about it.

“I have an offer for you,” I said, meeting her gaze.

She had the blanket wrapped around her, her eyes studying me carefully.

“Suck my cock and I’ll give you some clothes,” I said.

She tilted her head at me. “No.”

It was infuriating how she still thought she was in control here.

“But I’ll do it if you give me some clothes and let me go for a walk upstairs,” she said.

I chuckled. She knew what I wanted, and she was willing to use it against me to get what she wanted too.

“Why would I do that? Do you even know how to suck a cock?” I said. “You’re asking a lot for very little in return.”

“And yet you still want me to do it.” Her gaze held mine.

“This isn’t one of your romance movies that you love so much.”

“Oh, believe me. I’ve seen more than that.”

My naughty little mafia princess.

Had she been with someone in the past five years? She might be a well-protected mafia princess, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d found a way.

Just like she’d snuck out to meet with me.

Anger surged through me at the thought that someone else had touched her.

Kissed her.

Tasted her.

Made love to her.

I clenched my jaw.

“All right,” I said. “But you’ll have to be really good at it.”

Letting her go upstairs wasn’t going to help her. Actually, it might play in my favor once she saw there was no way out of here for her.

No one was coming to save her from me.

Sooner or later, she was going to break.

And now, I was going to enjoy what I’d fantasized about for years: her hot mouth around my cock. Just the thought of it was enough for my balls to tighten in anticipation.

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