Page 57 of Dark Breaker

“If we paid every small-time con who asked us for protection money, we’d be out of business,” he replies coldly. “Everyone thinks they’re a mobster in Palermo.”

“Except the Jackal isn’t a small-time con,” I remind him.

He has nothing to say to that.

“So what are you going to do?” I ask. “The Tunisians, and this Jackal, are going to keep trying to get to you. From their point of view they’re in the right and you’re in the wrong.”

“I don’t know,” he tells me honestly. At least I think he’s being honest, because he speaks without hesitation and holds my eye.

I press my lips together then nod. I finish my steak. “Thank you.”

His brow furrows. “For what?”

“For telling me all that,” I explain. “We agreed not to talk too much. Remember?”

“I actually don’t mind talking, as long as we’re dealing with subjects that don’t piss me off,” he retorts.

“Like my clothes?” I ask sweetly.

He grimaces. “Don’t go there.”

“Maybe I like poking the bear,” I joke.

“Be careful, because the bear might poke back.” He grabs my hand and squishes it against his crotch.

I can feel his cock throbbing beneath his jeans as if struggling to get out. “It’s certainly trying to poke me back. Maybe I should oblige it?”

I don’t think he was expecting me to shove my hands down his jeans and underwear, because when I do so and wrap my fingers around his molten cock, he freezes. I have him precisely where I want him.

I stroke slowly, gently, well aware how chaffing it must feel without lubrication. Considering how sore he says he was already, from last night.

What am I doing? We don’t love each other.

I remind myself that we agreed this would be a physical only relationship, so I should stop scolding myself for getting physical!

With my free hand I unzip his pants and open the button—it’s a little tricky to do one-handed, but I’m awesome like that. Then I slide down his underwear so I can see his big cock and my hand, looking tiny in comparison, wrapped around it.

I bend over, wanting to taste that sweet, bulging head, but he stops me with a blocking arm.

I glance up at him and smile. “Don’t worry big guy, I’m not going to bite you.”

“Turn around,” he orders.

I sigh, then release him.

I stand up and as soon as I turn he reaches around and unzips my jumpsuit, then he shrugs it down until the leather outfit is bunched up just below my ass.

He shoves me roughly forward and I land on the table. One of my hands hits my half-finished plate, spilling risotto.

He slides my panties down and doesn’t bother to tinker with my bra. He slips a finger inside my cleft. “Already fucking wet.”

“I’m always wet for you,” I coo.

I gasp when I feel his huge cock slide inside my pussy from behind.

He begins hammering me and I rock my hips back and forth in sync with his thrusts so that we’re pounding each other.

“Say my name,” he commands.