Darkest Sins - Page 96

Bang!

Lotario’s chair tilts backward, then topples, his body hitting the floor.

“Does anyone else wish to add something?” My demon drags his eyes over the men. “No? Then, please wish Donna Leone a good day and be gone.”

Nothing happens for a few seconds, and then everyone grabs their phones and organizers off the table. Several voices saying, “Have a nice day, Donna Leone,” echo over the hurried rattle.

“Take the corpse.” Kai gestures to the man in a light-gray suit stuffing his papers into a folder.

Removing Lotario’s body ends up being a two-person job, one to hold the arms and the other the legs. When the last man leaves the room, and the oak double doors shut with a soft click, Kai turns around and locks them.

“That was interesting,” he says as he crosses the room toward me. “I think I might come to like the bureaucratic bullshit.”

I slouch back in the leather chair and close my eyes. “I think we agreed you’ll stop offing my people without prior discussion with me.”

“He was disrespectful. No discussion was needed.” I feel the chair swinging around and then his breath on my face. “Why were you worried? Did you think one of these idiots was responsible for the hit?”

“No. These guys are only interested in money. As long as it’s flowing, they won’t risk creating unrest.” I keep my eyes closed and inhale his scent. “I just . . . I don’t want to be in control of every damn thing all the time. I don’t want to make all the decisions. Sometimes, I just want to let go and, for once, let someone else be in charge.”

A light touch settles on the side of my face, rough calloused fingers trace the contours of my chin. I open my eyes and findmy demon leaning over, his head cocked and a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, tiger cub?” His voice sounds deeper than usual. More husky. Just like a demon would when luring a mortal to sin.

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m pretty sure he’s not offering to review the revenue statements for me. “But only if I trust that person implicitly.”

“Mm-hmm . . .” His fingers glide down my neck and collarbone to stop just above the button on my shirt. “Is there video or audio surveillance here?”

My breathing picks up. “Video only. The camera mounted above the door.”

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Perfect.”

Kai looks up, over his shoulder, and reaches inside his jacket with his free hand. He keeps stroking my cleavage with a light touch as he aims his gun at the camera.

Bang!

“Now, we can start.” He slips the gun into his holster, and, grabbing me around the waist, lifts me onto the table. “Lie down.”

Air leaves me in shallow puffs as I stretch out on the surface. His coarse palms glide along my thighs. Languid. Teasing.

“Do you always wear skirts to meetings?”

His touch is like fire on my skin. “No.”

“You will from now on. Less obstacles in my way.” He takes the string of my panties and starts to pull them down. “And no underwear.”

“Okay.”

I watch as he brings my black thong up to his nose and inhales. “I love your smell, cub.”

Another deep breath in before he puts the black lace in his pocket. His hands return to my thighs, pushing my skirt up. When he has it around my waist, he cups my ass cheeks and leans forward.

“Legs on my shoulders, Nera,” he whispers as he lifts my butt. “And not a sound.”

I grab the edge of the table and squeeze, setting my legs over his shoulders. Kai’s eyes never leave mine as he bends his head and licks my pussy. With the first heated contact of his wet tongue, a shiver runs down my spine.

“I absolutely adore how you taste.” Another stroke through my folds, more firm and deliberate, teases my clit. Painfully slow.

“Faster,” I beg.