“Friend of yours?” Elias asks.
“Not even in the slightest,” I murmur, which causes Elias to chuckle.
“Miss Olive, just the woman I’ve been looking for.” Alfie comes to a stop in front of me, his back to Elias.
“Oh, come on, Mr. Giuliani, we both know you’ve known exactly where I’ve been all day. Considering you’ve had me followed.” I smile and raise my glass to my lips.
Alfie blinks at me and then smirks. Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “Be a good girl, Molly, and go into the bathroom,remove your panties, and wait for me.” Then he straightens, and before I can respond, he turns around. “Elias, what the fuck are you doing in my casino?”
“Well, I was getting to know Miss Olive here before you rudely interrupted us, Alfie,” Elias says.
“You two know each other?” I ask them.
“The cousin I was waiting for,” Elias explains.
They’re cousins. Well, shit. And then it hits me. Elias Lopez, the prince of a damn Mexican cartelifyou believe the rumors. Angus made me learn everything there was to know about the Giuliani family on the trip over, including who they were tied to. I might not buy into what people say about them but I am not taking chances.
“If you’ll excuse me, my date is here,” I say, standing right as Angus walks into the restaurant.
Alfie spins his glare on me. He leans down again. “I don’t let other people play with my toys, Molly, so you might want to rephrase that.”
“Mol?” Angus says as he approaches the bar.
“Angus, you remember Mr. Giuliani. And this is his cousin, Elias Lopez.” I wave a hand towards Elias. He smirks at the mention of his last name.Yeah, I can look people up too, asshole.“Mr. Giuliani, you remember my assistant?”
“Angus.” Alfie nods at him. “Enjoy your meal.” Grabbing hold of Elias’s arm, he then leads him out of the restaurant.
“Well, that was…” Angus says, looking at me. “Why do you look flushed?”
“I… ah…” I’m peering around the restaurant, trying to find something to say, when I spot Alfie staring right at me. “I have to go to the restroom. Order me the steak, please,” I tell Angus while keeping my eyes on Alfie as I walk towards the bathroom.
I don’t know why I’m doing this. Yes, I do. It’s because the second I saw him—before he even opened his mouth—I wanted him. And once again, I like to get what I want.
I make sure no one else is in the restroom before I reach up under my skirt and pull my panties down my legs. Just as I’m stepping out of them, the door swings open and I jump, only to have Alfie smirk at me. Flicking the lock on the door, he stalks towards me and snatches the panties out of my hand.
“Such a good girl, Molly,” he says.
I’ve never been called that before. Never thought I would like those words as much as I seem to, but I can’t help but smile at his praise. It’s an odd feeling, one I’m not familiar with.
“Wh… what are you doing?” I ask him.
Alfie’s hand wraps around my throat, and he pushes me against the wall. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers, so when I’m bored working tonight, I can bring those fingers to my nose and remind myself what’s waiting upstairs for me.”
All I heard was he’s going to make me come. And I really want that. I’m so wet I can feel it coating my upper thighs. He does this to me. I might not like it, but I sure do love the way he makes me feel pleasure. It’s why I don’t argue when he pushes my panties into my mouth.
“Can’t have you screaming the place down.” He smirks as his fingers trail up my thigh, under my skirt.
My legs open wider, giving him all the access he needs. Alfie’s fingers reach my pussy, easily sliding through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he groans. “Is this for me, Molly? Or was it my cousin who got you so worked up?” His tone is harsh, almost as if he’s jealous. Which is a ridiculous notion.
I’m not sure how he expects me to answer. I have a mouth full of lace. I shake my head. This reaction is because of him. I might have briefly thought of finding another man to distract myself, but it wouldn’t have worked.
Alfie pushes two fingers into me. Deep, hard. My moans are muffled by lace, and his hand around my throat tightens, almost to the point of cutting off my air supply. I feel myself get wetter.
“You are fucking perfect,” Alfie says as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me faster. His lips press against my neck. Then I feel him bite down, and my knees buckle.
Holy shit, why the hell do I like this so much?
