“Be a good girl and come for me, Molly,” he growls in my ear.
And that’s all it takes for my body to freeze up and pleasure to explode inside me.
“So fucking perfect.” Alfie removes the panties from my mouth and then his lips are on mine, his tongue swirling around. I’m still lost in my post-orgasmic bliss when he pulls away from me. “Enjoy your dinner,” he says, putting my panties in his pocket, unlocking the door, and walking out.
I wash my hands and splash water over my neck, and that’s when I notice the damn bite mark he left for everyone to see. Pulling my hair out of the ponytail, I cover that side of my neck and stroll out to the restaurant to find Angus.
“Tell me you didn’t just have sex in the restroom, Mol?” he blurts out.
“What?”
“Well, two minutes ago, I saw a very satisfied-looking Alfie Giuliani walk out of that same restroom you just came out of,” he states.
“I didn’t have sex. But can you blame me, really? If a man like that asked you to meet him in a restroom, are you telling me you wouldn’t?” I raise a brow at my friend.
Angus is bisexual, or as he likes to tell me, open to anything. Which is why I know the answer to that question without him having to say it.
“Oh, I absolutely would.” He laughs. “Good for you.” Angus raises his drink and waits for me to raise mine. “What happens in Vegas…” he says, as we clink our glasses together.
Chapter Ten
Iwasn’t lying when I told Molly I wanted to be able to smell her on me all fucking night. When I had a message from one of my men telling me Elias was with her in a bar, I saw fucking red. I’ve never wanted to kill a family member. Until tonight.
Of course I didn’t. I’m not a fucking idiot. Killing the heir to De La Sangre Cartel would start a war, one we probably wouldn’tfucking win. There’s also the fact my little sister would be caught in the crosshairs, considering she went and married a fucking Lopez.
Instead, I escorted Elias out of the restaurant. Then I saw Molly walk into the restroom while looking right at me. I wasn’t going to leave the woman hanging. I’m an ass, but not that much of one. Also, there was no way in hell I was passing up the opportunity to make her come. To remind her just how good I make her feel.
Molly is fucking gorgeous. I’ve noticed how men look at her and I don’t fucking like it. There’s some innate thing inside me that wants to mark her everywhere, so every fucker knows that she’s mine. At least until I’m done playing with her…
After I left the bathroom, I found Elias waiting for me right where I left him outside the restaurant. The fucker has a satisfied smirk on his face and hasn’t left my side since. He’s waiting for me to admit something I’m not going to admit.
“You staying here all night?” I ask, finally getting bored with this shadow thing he’s doing.
“Got nothing better to do.” Elias shrugs. “You got other plans? Meeting up with someone?” He raises a brow.
“Nope.” I shake my head. I have plans of letting myself into Molly’s room later, but I’m not telling this asshole that.
“She’s hotter than I thought she’d be,” he says.
“Who?”
“Molly Olive. Hot, smart, and loaded. She’s kind of the trifecta.”
My jaw clenches. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve chipped a tooth with how hard I’ve been clenching it. “She’s also not yours,” I grunt.
“Is she yours, then?” Elias presses.
“She’s not anyone’s,” I lie. Molly Olive is very much mine. For now.
The door to my office opens, and another cousin walks in like he owns the fucking place.
“CJ, ever heard of knocking?” I call out to him.
“Heard of it, but it’s overrated. I like the element of surprise,” he says.
“That’s going to get you shot,” Elias replies, tucking his gun back into its holster.
“Meh, it’s bound to happen anyway.” CJ shrugs before turning his attention my way. “You might want to come with me.”
