With monumental effort, I tear my mouth from hers, both of us breathing hard. Her lipstick is smeared, her eyes glazed with desire, her cheeks flushed pink. She’s never looked more fuckable.
“If we don’t leave right now,” I growl against her ear, my hand still firmly gripping her ass, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Raven shivers, but her smile remains defiant. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she quips.
I release her abruptly, stepping back before I give in to temptation. “Let’s go, Little Thief.”
Ignoring her pout, I step back outside the apartment, and while I wait for her to re-do her lipstick and get her bag, I get her hat and call the elevator.
After she’s locked up, I hand it to her, and together we get into the elevator, where she uses the mirror to make sure the hat’s positioned exactly how she wants it.
“Nice suit, by the way. Very Mobster-chic.” Her eyes rake over me appreciatively.
“Mobster-chic?” I question, arching an eyebrow.
“Mafia-chic?” she asks. “Gangster-chic? Whack-you-with-a-cannoli-chic?”
She continues to make suggestions, each more ridiculous than the last, until we hit the lobby. When the doors open, she marches past me, her hips swaying exaggeratedly with each step, and I fucking groan as I adjust my aching cock.
My car waits at the curb, and I hold the door open for her. “Such manners,” she teases, making a gun with her thumb and index finger and aiming it at me. “Appreciate it.”
“You’re something fucking else,” I chuckle as I get into the backseat, sitting beside her.
The drive to the Leone Room isn’t as fast as I’d like. Each red light feels personal, or maybe that’s the heat between us. Raven sits beside me, crossing and uncrossing her legs, the leather of her boots creaking softly with each movement.
“So,” she says, breaking the silence, “is this favor just arm candy duty, or should I be preparing for something more exciting? Like witnessing a hit or helping you bury a body?”
I can’t help the slight twitch at the corner of my mouth. “You watch too many movies.”
“And you didn’t answer my question.”
The driver comes to a stop at another red light. While the car stills, the air between us tightens.
Before answering, I turn to really look at her. “Are you really this brave, Little Thief?” I muse out loud. “Or is it recklessness?”
“Why can it only be one or the other?” she challenges, pursing her lips.
“Valid point,” I concede. Either Raven lives in denial, or she’s playing a good fucking game.
When we’re almost at the club, she huffs with annoyance. “This is ridiculous. You invited me to come with you, but you won’t tell me what to expect,” she gripes.
“I didn’t invite you. You’re fulfilling a favor,” I remind her. “And I’m being generous. Most people who owe me don’t get choices.”
Instead of taking offense at my tone or words, she waves me off. “Semantics.”
“Everyone at the Leone Room already knows who you are. What you are to me.” I curl my fingers around her throat, notsqueezing, just resting there. “By now, rumors will have spread, and they’ll all know you’re mine.”
Vito’s been working hard to spread that story. After our talk, he knows exactly who she is, what her role is, and how important it is that people know Raven belongs to me.
He also has strict orders to keep an eye on her, even if I’m with her. After last night, I’m not taking any risks with my Little Thief’s safety. A part of me knows I should set her free, get her far away from me. If only I was a good man.
She lets out a wistful sigh. “And they say romance is dead,” she smarts.
Fuck me, she’s perfect. All attitude, and it’s fucking turning me on.
“Some people wear their secrets on their skin,” I rasp. “The two men who cornered you outside my home had tats shaped like a black circle. If you see anyone else with ink like that, I want to know.”
Her brow furrows. “You want me to study people’s tats? Really?”
