Page 29 of Dirty Mafia Torment

He watches me, silent and merciless, studying my reaction. His voice drops, low and rough. “What am I going to do with you?”

It’s a rhetorical question.

Still, I have an answer, one he can’t refuse.

I reach for my purse, dig inside it, and retrieve the shibari rope I special ordered. After the photo of me bound, I tossed it inside my purse and forgot about it.

Until now.

He glances at it, then cocks his head at me. “You carry that around in your bag?”

“Lucky you,” I murmur.

I wait, with breathless anticipation, for him to react to my invitation. When he doesn’t, I push harder. “To be clear, you can tie me up, then fuck me.”

His jaw twitches, but otherwise, he gives nothing away. Is he shocked? Interested?

Or is he feeling too experienced for a novice like me?

He finally speaks, but not before lifting me off him, setting me on my feet, and exiting the car. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

I climb out, then round the hood. “It’s not.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Is he testing me?

“Sure I do.”

His eyes narrow.

“I studied your kinks. The spankings. Bondage. Dominant tendencies.” Lord, my voice quivers when I say the last words. Not only have I followed him closely, but I inserted myself into each explicit scene. If the hot flush covering my body is any indication, I’m pretty sure I’d get off as much as he does. “You especially love restraining women.” I tap his chest with the rope. “And I want to experience my first time, restrained.”

I turn, press my stomach into the chrome and cross my wrists behind my back, while locking eyes with him over my shoulder.

He rubs his fingers across his ruggedjawline.

I wiggle my bottom.

“This is a bad decision, babe.”

I roll my eyes. “I know.”

“You don’t,” he snaps, then taps a finger to his temple. “This fucking brain. When the switch flips, I’m all frost.” He steps toward me, then leans over until his breath tickles my earlobe. “Sex barely keeps the beast at bay. You really want to tread that fine line?”

Lord, this deliciously dark side of Renzo is thrilling.

“Maybe I step straight over it?" I softly murmur. "Maybe, like in the Life, with you the only way to survive is to cross the line everyone else is afraid of?”

He hesitates.

“Or is it you’re afraid? Is it because I’m a virgin?”

“Fucking hell it is.”

“You never popped a cherry before?” I lick my lips, and his eyes track the gesture.

“You tell me, you little fucking stalker.”