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I replay his hands around my throat, how good it felt when he sucked my clit. Increasing the pace, I slide a finger inside, not holding back the moan that follows. His name slips from my lips and I arch off the bed, grabbing his mask.
I rub the fabric over my pussy, letting all my wetness smother it. He wants to play with me, I’m going to finish one way or another.And then I’ll mail it back to him.
This will be his reminder of me. I roll my hips, grinding the plastic mouth against myself until I crash over the edge.
I lay here, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. It’s not enough.
Holding up the damp facade, an idea springs to mind. One way I can dig deeper into Frankie. He might be the only person on my side, that doesn’t mean I can trust him. Not yet. Jumping off the bed, I take the mask to my office, pulling out the drawer.
Perfect. I knew I had one in here.
Placing a listening device to the inside of the seam of his disguise, I set it down on the desk and grab my phone. The one thing that kept appearing in that notepad was Vegas shipping addresses. If I’m going to get the answers I need, it’s going to be there.
So, I book a flight for tomorrow morning. After seeing that extensive list, I can’t sit and do nothing. Despite Frankie’s warnings, I know how to handle myself. Leaning back on the chair, my eyes are heavy. I check the time on my phone and it’s one am. Grabbing the mask, I head back to my bedroom.
After tossing it on my dresser, a crash comes from the kitchen.
What the hell?
I creep down the hall, keeping my back against the wall.My breathing is shaky as I tiptoe towards the kitchen.
A hand clamps over my mouth and I’m pulled against a hard frame.
I claw at the powerful arms, thrashing against their hold. My arms fly out trying to elbow him in the ribs.
“Looking for this?” Frankie’s deep voice sends shivers down my spine and I freeze.His erection presses against my ass.
Anger overtakes the fear, but I stop trying to fight back.
He takes his hand away from my mouth, still holding me tight against him.
“You here to finish the job?” I ask.
He brushes my hair away to expose my neck. I cry out as he bites down and sucks.
Picking me up, he props me on the counter and steps between my legs. I lean back on my hands and fumble them along the wall, flicking on the kitchen lights. I find his hooded eyes piercing into mine with a devious grin on his lips.
With my other hand, I push it back further to my knife collection. Pulling out the first one I touch, I lock my thighs around his waist, pushing him closer towards me so I can press the blade to his throat.
His gaze flicks down to my arm and back up to me, a spark of desire now muddled with anger. Just how I like him.
“Well played, detective.” He licks his lips.
I stay frozen in place.
There is no fear on his face. He’s looking at me like he wants to punish me, in all the best possible ways.
“What’s your next move?” he rasps, his mouth dangerously close to my own.
Blood hammers in my ears, and desire ignites in my core.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words follow. I can’t even think coherently, let alone string a sentence together.
He rolls his bottom lip between his white teeth. I tighten my hold on the knife and gasp as he pushes himself forward against it.
“It will cut you, Frankie.”
He stares into my damn soul. “You think a bit of blood bothers me, dolcezza? I have enough of it on my hands.”
