Page 4 of Brutal Devil

Not yet anyway.

She inhales sharply when she feels my cock pressed against her. It’s big, and I know it. Now, she knows it too.

“You’re a sick fuck.” She shoves at my chest, trying to push me away.

“Oh, baby.” I graze my bottom lip over hers. “You have no idea.”

The contact smears her sugary vanilla lip gloss on me, and I lick it off, liking the way it tastes. Taking my time. Playing with her is the most fun I’ve had in weeks. Months, even.

“What do you want from me?” she demands.

Like she’s the one in charge here.

I let go of her hair and reach for my Glock, pulling it from my concealed waistband holster before pressing it to her temple. “I’m sure you know this already, sweetheart, but this piece only has a trigger safety. One wrong move, and you’re dead.”

She stills, and for the first time since she breezed into the club wearing ripped jeans and a white tee that hugs her braless tits, she’s afraid. Good. She can’t be a diva in here. She needs to know the fucking score. The Andrianis are her worst nightmare, and she’s about to be stuck with us.

Till death do us part.

“Do it,” she says defiantly, holding my stare. “Pull the trigger.”

She’s challenging me. I didn’t think she had it in her. I’m impressed.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot.”

“Don’t make a threat if you don’t intend to go through with it. Didn’t your mother teach you anything before she ran out on you, gangster?”

It’s a low blow, talking about my mother, who left us a few months after my youngest brother Lucky was born. Luna knows it, and she’s hoping to strike a nerve. It won’t work.

I give her nothing.

“At the moment, you’re worth more to me alive than dead,bella. That’s the only reason I haven’t put a nine milli in you for your insolence.” I pause. “Yet.”

“Fuck you.” She twists and tries to knee me in the balls.

But I’m faster than she is. Stronger, too. I move, and the only thing she succeeds in doing is pressing herself more firmly against me, so that her tits are plastered to my chest.

“Your nipples are hard, Revello. Seems as if you don’t hate me as much as you’re letting on.”

“Bastard.” She’s glaring, but she’s holding herself stiffly, and she’s not trying to get away.

Which is good, because I need her to appreciate the gravity of the situation. I need her calm when she gets into that room, or shit’s going to hit the fan.

“Do you know why they call me Priest?”

Her nostrils flare, but her lips are a tight line. She’s giving me the silent treatment now, but she knows.

Everyone knows.

I lean closer anyway, my lips near her ear. “It’s because I get my enemies to confess their sins right before I end them.” I straighten up, pulling the Glock from her temple, and tuck it calmly back into my holster. “Now, get the fuck back in that room.”

She’s shaken. I can see it in her eyes, in the tremble of her lower lip. But she’s still too stubborn for her own good.

Luna holds my stare, unflinching. “If I don’t?”

I pat my suit jacket directly above the gun and give her the coldhearted smile of the assassin I am. “Then I’ll kill Daddy Dearest while you watch.”

Chapter 3