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“Oh my God,” I groan. “Are you going to hold that over my head forever now too?”

He snatches the top card from the deck, leans forward, and without saying a word, rips the first few buttons of my shirt until my bra shows. I gape at him as he slips the card beneath it.

His gaze deepens as he stares at my chest. “Gen, baby, as I said before, I’m holdingeverythingover your head.” Grabbing another card, he flicks it at my face.

I shove his hand away, but he doesn’t move back.

“Speaking ofhead, don’t expect to ever receive it from me with that attitude.”

He smirks before speed-walking around the island, as if I challenged him. I immediately start to stand, but he reaches me too fast. He grips my shoulders and slams me back onto the stool.

My throat turns dry when he spins me around to face him.

He presses his hands into my shoulders and dips his head to my level.

I swallow, the hair on my nape standing tall when his nose brushes against mine.

His lips are so close that I feel his smirk against my mouth. “If I didn’t have to leaveright fucking now, I’d spend the rest of my night proving your statement wrong.”

I hiss when he bites my lip, holding the pressure there for a second after saying his words. He doesn’t pull back until someone knocks on the door.

“Yeah,” he calls out.

Fucking yeah.

The door opens, and Emilio walks in.

Oh, Emilio.

The man I’ve hardly spoken to but has seen me orgasm.

Not by him.

By the demon glaring at me.

Emilio is dark-haired, tall, all muscle, and handsome.

Call me biased, but I still don’t find him as hot as Julian. But then again, I don’t find anyone as attractive as Julian.

When I have a type, I have a type.

It seems crazy, off-limits psychopath killer is it.

Emilio also has the broody thing going on. He doesn’t crack jokes or get in playful moods. It seems to be a trend with these men. The Mafia molds them into emotionless assholes.

“Emilio will watch you,” Julian tells me.

I spin in my chair to get a better look at Emilio and lift my hand in a teasing way.

Emilio jerks his head in my direction, completely impassive.

Julian lowers his chin to my shoulder to hiss, “He won’t touch you,” in my ear. “But don’t make me shoot him in the goddamn arm for you attempting to charm him.” He delves his fingers into my hair, jerking my head back. “Now, be a good girl and go to bed. I don’t want any more trouble from you.” He steps away and walks toward the door. “Behave, if you know what’s good for you.”

He pats Emilio on the chest and doesn’t say another word as he leaves.

I’ve never been alone with Emilio.

He seems as disinterested in me as my first boyfriend finding my clit when fingering me for the first time.