Page 802 of One More Kiss
Dante
“But — you’re good-looking.”
The corner of my mouth quirked at Avery’s outburst. It was hard not to find my little captive amusing. “The hair hides my horns.”
I studied her face. Her light brown hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. Her light blue eyes were large and bright with unshed tears, fear giving them an other-worldly, almost fae appearance. She had a pert nose that turned up ever so slightly at the end. Her mouth intrigued me the most. Her dark cherry red lips were full and lush, giving a man all sorts of depraved ideas. The sundress she wore left little to the imagination. It hugged her breasts tightly before flaring out over generous hips and long, beautiful legs. A woman like this should never have been walking alone on a sidewalk. She was too easy prey for a man like me.
I shifted my hands, feeling her soft skin caress my palms.
She bit her lip. My intense gaze watched those tiny white teeth sink into her flesh, and I had to stifle a groan as my cock hardened. I had to remind myself this was business. She was a means to an end.
Moving higher, I was shocked to feel more warm skin and not silk. “Are you not wearing any panties?”
Her cheeks flamed a scarlet red. “I… I….”
Using the back of my index finger, I stroked the seam of her pussy, applying just the slightest pressure with my knuckle against her clit. “Tell me, cara mia.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Tell me.” We both knew it was true, but I wanted to hear her say it. Needed to hear those naughty words slip through those sweet lips.
I really was a bastard. It wasn’t enough I'd kidnapped the pretty little thing right off the street and terrified her for my own purposes, but now I needed more from her. Her submission.
This had started out as a straightforward job. Russo stole something of mine, and Avery was going to help me get it back. Then I was getting the fuck out of Chicago. This was it. My last score. I was getting out of the game. From the time I was a ten-year-old messenger boy for the various Italian families who ran the underground crime syndicate in Chicago, I had been in the racket.
Now the Agnello family was one of the most feared and successful mafia families in the syndicate, but I was done. I was handing the reins over to my cousin, Massimo. At thirty-five, I’d lost my taste for the constant violence and backstabbing. I wanted to take my money and go in search of beauty and art and civilization. I wanted to see the parts of the world that weren’t stained with blood. After years in the dark, I wanted to step out into the sun.
As the current head of the Agnello family, I took the largest cut of the profits, but for my final score, I needed more. Which was why I'd done a side deal with Russo, but the man betrayed me. And now he would have to pay. Unfortunately for Avery, she was going to get caught in the crossfire. But that was all for later. For now, I had her sweet body under my hand, and I was finding it intoxicating. Men like me didn’t usually get a taste of such innocence and I craved a lick.
I pushed my finger into her seam, teasing her entrance with the tip. I quirked an eyebrow when I felt her slick heat. I wasn’t the only one affected.
She squirmed in her seat, but the zip ties kept her in place. Bound and vulnerable with her legs partially spread open before me, as if in invitation.
“Say it,” I commanded, this time more harshly.
Her words came out in a rush. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
I smiled as I stroked her pussy. “Good girl.”
I pushed my finger in farther. Christ, she was tight, almost virginal. The thought she might actually be a virgin tightened my balls and sent a primal surge of lust straight down my shaft.
She was young, barely twenty-two. According to my intel, she had led a very sheltered life with no real boyfriend. Moving to Chicago from the suburbs of Illinois after her parents' deaths, she lived alone and usually kept to herself, preferring to go on photographic excursions around the city to friends and the nightlife. Was it possible? I knew before the day was out, I would know for certain.
Pulling my finger free, I placed it between my lips and licked her juices off, relishing in her shocked gasp. “Business before pleasure.”
I reached into my boot and pulled free a switchblade.
Avery cried out. The chair rocked precariously to the side as she struggled.
Standing, I grabbed the chair arms and shouted for her to stop.
She instantly stilled.
Settling down on my haunches, I flicked open the blade.
She whimpered.
I placed a hand on her hip. “Hush, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” Yet.
