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“You said it yourself. Is that why you gave in to me?”
“How do I know you’re not using me to get to Romano?” I cross my arms over my chest, taking a step back.
We stare at each other, neither one of us giving up. It is quite plausible we were both using one another. I thought this was more than that, though. What I feel towards him is something I can’t fight.
“I didn’t expect to fall for you, dolcezza. I don’t play games. I certainly don’t open my heart to anyone. Yet, here you are.”
As I step towards him, I can't help but notice the intensity in his eyes as I tilt my chin up to match his height.
“You think I’d let a guy do the things you do to me, if it wasn’t real?” I feel his imposing presence as he stands, towering over me. Forcefully pushing against his chest, I fail miserably trying to move him away.
“I don’t play games either, Frankie. Either trust me and let me help you or leave me. I ask for two things: trust and respect. If you can’t give me both of those, we are done.” My heel clicks against the floor as I stomp my foot for emphasis.
His jaw tightens, and I hold his stare. I’m not giving in. He came after me; he made me his. If he wants to keep me, I’m not settling for anything less.
He wraps his arms around me, his solid frame pressing against me. Softly, he moves my hair away from my neck.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Zara. Not now, not ever.”
I blow out a breath. It’s terrifying how deep we are. He nudges my legs open with his thigh, planting wet kisses below my ear.
I want to know everything there is about this man. “I meant what I said, Frankie.”
“I know. I expect the same back. Don’t ever disrespect me like that in public. I don’t care how pissed off you are, save it for when we are home. Do you understand me?”
I can feel my body trembling as his fingers tighten around my throat, the weight of his threat sinking in.
“I understand, sir.”I bite down on my lip. “Am I going to be punished?”
“Absolutely. Right now, I just need to be inside that tight pussy. You have no idea how hard that made me.”
With a firm grip, he pulls me away from the bustling bar, revealing a gleaming gold door to our left, which he locks behind us. It’s just like the room I was in before, except this one is adorned with black accents. A velvet couch is in the corner and a pole is in the middle of the room.
“We have a meeting in ten minutes, so we have to be quick,” he groans, tugging my back against his chest as his hand slides under my dress.
I can hear my wetness as his fingers start to fuck me, this burning need for him taking over and consuming me.
“That all depends on how well you can take me, sir,” I tease. A moan escapes me as a third finger slides in.
“Now stop talking and bend over and take it like a good fucking girl,” he rumbles into my ear.
He owns my body and my pleasure completely.
As Frankie guides me into a private conference room, his hand sits possessively around my lower back. I can't help but feel a growing sense of panic. Enzo and Jax are sitting opposite the three Russian thugs from Vegas.
The one in the mask is built like a wall of pure muscle. The black balaclava doesn’t hide his black eyes staring at me. He looks so much more intimidating here in the dim lights than he did at the hotel.
There are two seats at the head of the table. I hesitate as we reach them.
Frankie leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “This is where you should be, dolcezza.”
I can't help but shiver at the sound of his husky whisper as he pulls out my chair. Ignoring the empty spot beside him, I make myself comfortable on his lap. His chest vibrates with a low chuckle against my body, and his arms tighten securely around my stomach.
“I don’t have long, so tell me, do we have updates on the status of the girls in Vegas?” Frankie’s fingers trace my knee as he speaks.
The masked man leans back languidly. “Yes. We have located eight of the ten, each to premises owned by a Reaper. We will begin our operations to save them tomorrow.”
Frankie nods. I shift uneasily on his lap, the pressure of his throbbing dick against my ass intensifying as he holds me closer.
