Page 16 of Forbidden Boss

“I’ll try,” I breathe, and he shakes his head once.

“Do more than try,” he says and slides his fingers deeper into me while his tongue dances over my clit. The world goes thin and bright. I’m right on the edge when he stops. I cry out at the loss of him.

“You’re not being fair,” I complain.

He moves back up my body and kisses me chastely.

“You’ll thank me in five minutes,” he says, barely touching me.

Just when I feel like my body is returning to normal, he slides into me with one long, sure push. My body opens and takes him readily. He holds still while I adjust, jaw tight, breath rough. Then he moves, setting a pace that builds and holds, deep and maddening. His hand catches my wrist and pins it over my head.The other cups the back of my thigh and angles me so the next stroke hits a place that makes me scream his name.

“Not until I say,” he instructs, but I’m already so close to the edge again, I don’t see how I can possibly stop the tide.

I think of everything I possibly can to keep my pleasure at bay. I start counting the digits of pi, one by one, through the first hundred.

“Please,” I beg, almost in tears.

“Now.” He nods and slams into me with more power.

The whole world shatters around me as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. I’m so far gone, I don’t even notice the moment he comes inside me.

8

LEV

Isit on the edge of my bed, watching her sleep. She was exhausted after what we did in the dining room, so I gave her my shirt and brought her here to rest. Now she’s on her side with one hand near her mouth, my shirt loose on her shoulders. I should call the driver and send her home.

But I don’t.

I sit there longer than I should. The smart move is to keep my distance and keep the boundary clear. I’ve already broken a rule by sleeping with her twice. The least I can do is keep this all about sex and nothing more. If that were true, though, I wouldn’t be watching her sleep. Again.

I force myself up and take a lap around the mansion. I don’t turn on any lights. I know every turn here. I stop by the control room and see the cameras green and the gate logs clean. Two guards are on the ridge, while one patrols the perimeter. Everything is completely normal. It does nothing to settle me.

My cell buzzes in my pocket, and I answer without checking the screen. Anyone calling this late has something important to tell me.

“Boss,” Thom, one of my soldiers, says, his voice serious. “The front room of our Delancey club was hit. The camera feed was cut for a full ninety seconds. They got the chips from the table, but didn’t make it to the safe before we got them.”

“Did our guys suffer any injuries?”

“Two got cut, but nothing deep. The bartender took a bottle to the head, but no civilians were hurt. We closed the room fast.”

The Delancey is one of our best money-laundering fronts. It functions as a casino, so all of our payouts are washed bills. It’s our biggest cash cow.

“Who sent them?”

“It’s hard to say. They aren’t talking. What do you want us to do with them?”

I know what my father would say. He’d order their deaths without hesitation. Hell, he’d probably send our guys after their families just to send a message. That’s never been me. I ask questions first and shoot later. But this unease isn’t going away.

Mari is asleep in my room, and I don’t do this. I’m not the guy who brings a girl home. I’m definitely not the guy who lets her stay. I can’t get any of this to settle in my chest, and it seriously pisses me off. I feel more out of control than I’ve ever been. I have to take back some control.

“Kill them,” I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “Dump them somewhere that makes a statement.”

I justify the decision in my head immediately. We can always find out who these clowns are and get the information we need. But if I don’t punish them right away, I’ll leave myself open and vulnerable to other attacks.

“Copy,” he confirms. “All of them?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately.