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The woman Cesare picked up from the nightclub is an assassin sent to murder us in our beds, and she’s too much of a kinky masochist to submit to interrogation.
And Emberly Kay is getting suspicious.
Leroi promised he’d find Capello’s last surviving son and deliver his head to the Di Marco law firm, so Emberly can claim her inheritance. In the meantime, I need to keep her busy.
The wine trick worked only once. Judging by her tantrum of mass destruction, nothing’s going to satisfy her except her new ID and the twenty-five grand I promised to pay for my portrait.
I glare down into her huge green eyes, my grip around her neck tightening. Her chest rises and falls with rasping breaths, pushing her nipples through the silk of her robe.
There’s no point in sweet-talking a woman who can see through my bullshit, so I take a leaf out of the Gianni Bossanova playbook and slam my lips onto her mouth.
Gianni Bossanova was a guy in the joint imprisoned for first-degree murder and grand larceny. He was what women would call a silver fox and so charming he made the female guards blush.
He had some crazy-as-fuck theories, particularly about the more troublesome sex. According to Gianni, the quickest way to shut off a woman’s brain is through her pussy. The most surefire way to make her addicted is to give her the best orgasm of her life.
It’s something to do with a hormone called oxytocin that makes people feel attached. I only listened with half an ear, but it explained why many of my casual fucks always wanted to upgrade to full relationships.
At first, Emberly stiffens and hits her head against the wall. Then she slams her fists on my chest.
Whatever she says next fades to nothing when I slip my tongue in her mouth and wrap my arm around her waist. She tastes of anger, frustration, and spearmint, but beneath the bitterness lies a hint of desire.
Her tongue thrashes against mine as though trying to win a silent battle, but I explore her mouth until she melts.
Gianni said that male saliva contained enough testosterone to get even the most frigid women hot and horny. From the way Emberly’s punches are turning into pushes, I’m still not entirely convinced.
She jerks her head to the side. “Get off.”
I tighten my grip around her neck. “What more do you want from me, Emberly?” I snarl into her ear. “I protected you from that cop, provided you with a secure place to stay, healed your self-inflicted wounds, and you smash up my guest room?”
“Don’t turn this around,” she hisses. “You’re imprisoning me, and I want to know why.”
“This is crazy.”
“This is gaslighting.”
I laugh but feel zero mirth. Who the fuck has been getting into her head? She should be clinging to me, grateful that I’m protecting her from that dirty cop. Instead, she’s looking past my generosity and seeing my true intentions.
“You’re the one who grabbed me, or is your brain so addled you’ve already forgotten?” I say through clenched teeth. “You begged me for help and now that I’m giving it, you have the nerve to accuse me of being a trafficker?”
Her face flushes.
“Are you normally so paranoid, or are you just naturally ungrateful?” I ask.
When she flinches, I know I’ve found a vulnerability, so I press forward with my attack using every technique I overheard in the Gianni Bossanova playbook.
“You’re the kind of pampered little princess who likes to throw tantrums when she doesn’t get whatever she wants.”
“Fuck you,” she snarls. “You don’t know anything about my life.”
“I’ve seen enough to know that when a man gives you help in your time of need, you tear up his home and make wild accusations.”
She raises a hand to deliver a slap, but I grab her wrist and slam it into the wall.
Leaning in, I lower my voice several octaves. “Tell me something, Emberly Kay. Are you pissed that I offered you twenty-five grand instead of fifty?”
“Of course not,” she rasps. “You’re just?—”
“Then what’s made you so frustrated? It can’t be the quality of your room because it’s fit for a princess. It can’t be the clothes because they’re more than an artist could afford. I can only guess that your frustration comes from not getting enough cock.”
