Page 69 of Sins of the Orchid

“Good enough. We eliminated a high member of a rival cartel.” My mouth parted at his explanation. He actually answered. “Would you rather I didn’t tell you?” he questioned, seeing my shocked expression.

“No, I’m okay if you tell me,” I responded quickly. “I just didn’t expect it. Nobody ever answers or tells me what happens.”

He shrugged. “I want you to know what’s going on.”

The knowledge he found me worthy and trustworthy for him to confide in made me melt even more for him. It was uncharacteristic for men of the Cosa Nostra. Usually women were oblivious to the activities of the men of the underworld. Or maybe a better term was they turned a blind eye.

“Santi?”

“Hmmm.”

“I want you to fuck me again.”

He glanced at me sideways with a dark, hot expression, and fire burned in his dark ambers, setting my pulse into hyperactive mode. Slowly, his eyes trailed down my body, over my babydoll style green mini dress. Since it was April, it had quarter sleeves. Too much clothing, if you asked me.

I felt the flush travel over my body, the need for him throbbing. All this man had to do was trail his eyes over me and my skin ignited.

I bit my lower lip, a pulsing ache between my thighs.

“After dessert,” he growled.

God, I wanted to feel him between my legs now.

“Or we could start the night off right.” I peered at him under my lashes. “And warm up on our way there.”

Who was this woman flirting with Santi? I could barely recognize myself. It was as if a switch was flipped, and my seduction went into turbo mode. Seeing the burning hunger in his gaze was my fuel.

“Fuck, Amore.” In one swift move, he shifted the car to the right lane and then down a side road to a dead-end road in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing around us, just bare fields with a large industrial‘For Sale’sign.

My pulse raced in anticipation and the sweet ache throbbed between my thighs. Once he parked and turned off the ignition, my slightly labored breathing and drumming heartbeat sounded loud to my ears.

Will he touch me? Here?

There was something so exciting about the possibility of being caught or seen. The ache between my legs intensified. Santi made me want to be reckless. Somehow I knew he’d always catch me no matter what stupid thing I might do.

“Inside the car or on the hood?” he asked in a hard, possessive tone.

My eyes just about bulged out of my head and my insides burst into flames. It hadn’t occurred to me that he could fuck me on the hood of his car, but now that the idea had been planted, I wanted to do it. I was all for it. And today seemed to be a perfect day for it. The outside temperature was mild, although I was feverish with need for him on the inside.

“Hood,” I breathed out, unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling at the handle of the car. He was outside before me, desire burning hot in his eyes. It was enough to ignite me into flames. All he had to do was look at me that way and desire soaked my panties.

No foreplay needed.

I glanced around us, and the area was mostly quiet but for the chirping of birds in the distance. Uncertainty slid down my back that someone might see us. We’d be vulnerable out here in the open. While the idea of recklessness excited me, it wasn’t something I wanted the whole world to see. And certainly not my father or brothers.

“Come here, Amore,” he purred. “Let’s finish what you started.”

My feet obeyed before my brain even processed his words. I moved to him, and he wrapped his hand around my throat, not hard but with enough force to show his strength. And just like that, the fear evaporated, and a thrill shot through me. The darkness that lurked in him, pulling me in. My body tingled. My blood sizzled. And wetness pooled between my legs.

He nudged me against the hood of the car, his free hand connecting with my thigh. His calloused palm felt rough against my skin. Rough, but right. Every cell within my body was set on fire and only he could extinguish it.

I spread my thighs wider, the throbbing ache there consuming me. Once his fingers reached my sweet spot, a moan left my lips and surprise flashed in his eyes.

I pressed my neck harder against his hand and his grip tightened.

“Fuck, you like this,” he groaned, as his other hand slid inside my panties.

Like! I loved it. Needed it. Craved it.