Page 43 of His Deadly Lies

“Maybe you’d care to frisk me and find out exactly where I’m hiding my weapon. Because I sure as shit didn’t leave the house unarmed.”

Okay, fuck, not what I expected her to say. And I left the house too fucking pissed to bother checking her for weapons.

“You’re seriously going to scold me?” she asks incredulously.

Saying nothing about the fact that I’m still gripping her arm tightly enough to bruise.

“If I were a man, you wouldn’t have thought twice about questioning my authority.” Her smart ass is having none of it. “And I doubt your cock would be getting thick like it is.”

I tug her closer to my front and let none of my shock at her statement show, although it’s work. There is something about a woman like this, who plays her part with such practiced ease it’s impossible for anyone who isn’t watching her closely to even know her true intentions.

But I’ve watched her.

Been watching her even when she doesn’t think I am, and I’ve noted every change in her, expressions and otherwise.

Just like he’s noted the changes in me. Rather than jerking away, rather than excusing myself or offering an apology, I double my grin.

“You’re too observant for your own good,” I murmur, adjusting my grip so that it’s less a bracket around her wrist and more of a caress, my thumb brushing against her pulse point. “And you talk to me like you’re not a virgin.”

Mia huffs out a laugh. “I suppose you’re the authority on what virgins are supposed to sound like. Hmm? Care to school me on it?”

I shake my head and say, “I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?”

I might be in dip shit. My sick and twisted mind, along with her bloodthirsty streak, has got me hard as fuck and harder still the longer we’re in here together. Watching her dominate, and reduce her men to nothing at all, force them to spill their secrets without so much as a knife in hand…

She’s got skills.

Special skills.

Rather than giving in to every dark desire, I say, “Right now, you’re supposed to be careful. You’ve clearly got an issue with poaching on your territory, and with your little reporter asking questions, it’s time to watch your ass.”

“I’m sure Ricardo wouldn’t care too much if something did happen,” Mia replies bitterly. “His family already has the in with the Balestras.”

I suppress a groan. “If I have a job…” I say every word slowly. Enunciating to the point where she doesn’t miss my bite. “…then I’m going to do it. Even if my client is being a brat.”

“A brat.” She repeats the words, ending the statement with a little purr of sound that has my cock hardening further. The length pushes against the inside of my pants, and suddenly my boxer briefs are way too fucking tight, and I’m breathing heavily. “You know, you have a really hard time saying anything nice to me. I’m not sure I’ve heard you compliment me once. Unless I count this.”

She presses her hand directly against my dick, and I suck in a breath fast enough to choke.

We’re alone in this little fucking closet where anyone might pull open the door. Anyone might find us together. And she’s touching me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask her, sounding strangled.

She tilts her head to the side. “It’s called retribution. For all the times you’ve touched me.” She lifts onto her tiptoes. “Licked me.”

Does touching something forbidden make it hotter? Does it make you want to place your palm on top of the stove and burn it?

It does with Mia.

Knowing I shouldn’t have touched her is an aphrodisiac.

Especially when she presses against me and brings her lips within inches of mine. “You need to be careful how much you touch.” She slides down my front but doesn’t move her hand one way or another. “Ricardo is interested in his virgin bride.”

Mia abruptly turns to walk away, and I grab her by the waist to stop her, fingers driving into her hip bones. I draw her back and damn her, but she arches, pushing her ass into my front again to the point where every inch of me is plastered to her, separated only by thin fabric. Her jumper leaves nothing to the imagination, and if my fingers tell me the right story, she’s not wearing panties.

Is she trying to ruin me?

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