CHAPTER 3
Leon
Did I just get cock-blocked by my own dog?
I barely recognize Persephone right now. She’s typically a fierce protector who hates most people, especially the ones she doesn’t know. But she acts as if this woman were her best friend in a previous life.
Her brother, Hades, is typically the cuddly one. She’s the one next to whom I feel safer. But I have a feeling she’d let this woman take every worthy thing I have in this place.
And as she lifts from the floor, ass first, I’m not sure I wouldn’t let her, too. Persephone takes her place on the sectional, and the woman turns to me.
Her dress is all over the place, with the slit riding too high, and the cut of it riding too low. Her mouth is lipstick free and my heart pumps harder knowing I’m the one to blame.
She looks like sin wrapped in red. But there’s something more to her. I’ve had my share of stunning women in my bed. It comes with the territory. Women in my circles would kill to be a mafia princess, meaning they’ve been throwing themselves at me ever since I was old enough to notice it.
But this woman has no idea who I am. She doesn’t know Iinherited a now-sinking family business. She doesn’t know I’m currently waging war against a rival mafia family, or that my brother is missing and I constantly walk the line between rage and desperation of not being able to do anything about it. No, she only knows she finds me attractive, and that she bested me at poker.
And, fuck if it doesn’t make my dick swell in my pants. She takes the glass of water from my hands, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows it. A drop of water misses her mouth, landing on the swell of her full breasts. My eyes stick to it, following it as it slips under her dress, and I wet my lips.
“So,” she breaks the silence. “You promised me a night of fun.”
A chuckle rumbles out of me. I’ve been stressing for weeks, unable to control most of the things in my life. But this… this is my playground. This is where I get the control back.
I step toward her, lifting her chin. “If you want to have fun, you’re going to have to trust me. Can you do that?”
“Not really, no.”
I suppress a smirk, shaking my head. “Then I’ll take you home.”
I feel her throat swallow again. “I can do that. I trust you.”
“Good. If you want me to stop, just say it. Now get to the room on the far right.” I point toward the hallway.
She’s still for a second, gauging my reaction, but when I don’t give it, she listens and heads to my room. I down a sip of water before following her, making sure I close the door.
She stands in the middle of my bedroom. Her expression is determined, but she’s clutching her purse with more strength than needed. She’s obviously nervous, but she’s putting on a poker face. I get it. This is risky. I could have been a bad man.
Well, I am a bad man. But I won’t be bad to her.
“Want to make a bet?” I ask, hoping to ease the tension.
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Yes.”
“I bet I can make you comefirst.”
She releases an honest chuckle, and my lips turn up. “What if I make you come first?”
“You’ll get to come again.” I shrug.
“And if you win? Should I give you your money back?” Her voice is now a challenge.
“Nope. You won that fair and square. If I win, I’m already a winner for making you come.” I slip my hands into my pockets, rocking on my heels, and she stares at me with suspicion before reaching her hand out.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
I take her hand firmly in mine, pulling her closer. “Now strip,” I whisper into her ear and make my way to sit on the edge of my bed.
“Is this how you’re going to make me come? By making me do all the work?”
