Page 4 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)
Tristan
“ W ell?” I ask when I answer Natalie’s call minutes after I watched the receptionist leave the courthouse for the day.
“Hello to you too.”
“Did you invite her to the club or not?”
“I did. She didn’t say yes, but…she did ask to see the research you gave me on the owner. You were right. She wanted printouts, not an email.”
“Good. So, she seemed interested?”
“Well, not at first. But after I brought up her fling with the detective and his handcuffs, she changed her mind. So I would say she’s definitely into being restrained.”
I bite my lip to hold in my groan at the thought of the uptight DA naked with her wrists and ankles tied, bound together, completely at my mercy.
“Tristan?”
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice deeper than it was seconds ago.
“Will I get to play on Friday if I manage to bring her?”
“You can play with whoever you want at the club.” I’m not the jealous type. Hell, I could pass a woman off my dick to another guy without hesitation as soon as I finish inside of her.
“I meant, can I play with you?”
“No. I’ll be working, remember?” I gave her this plan days ago and have been impatiently waiting for her to find the ‘right’ time to bring it up with Kirsten. I’ve already talked to Joel, the owner, who is letting me work the door as security.
“Oh. Right. Maybe another night?” she says, her voice hopeful.
“Yeah, another night,” I lie to stay on her good side.
Natalie and I only hooked up once at Joel’s club, and while it was fun to watch her ass turn red from my paddle and hear her cries of pain mixed with pleasure, I have no intentions of a repeat.
I just wanted her to spill what she knew about Kirsten.
And now, my dick is way too obsessed with following the DA’s every move and watching her fine ass in white pants bend over in yoga class to even twitch for another woman.
Still, it’s no reason to be an asshole to the girl. “Thanks for your help, Nat. I’ll drop the cash off at your apartment later. The payout triples if you actually get her to the club this weekend.”
“You’re so generous,” she says. “And you swear you’re not going to hurt her?”
“No harm will come to the DA. I promise.” Kirsten Hunt might be furious after I’m done with her, but she’ll enjoy every second of it if I can get her into one of those private rooms. While I wouldn’t mind banging her brains out in one of the club’s public spaces, I have a feeling she’s too uptight to even kiss in front of other people.
Somehow, someway, I need to get the woman into a compromising position. Not just to convince her to drop the charges against us, but because I need to get my hands and mouth on her after weeks of obsessing over her.
For just one night, I want to make her scream.
If I were to luck up and make that happen, I’d probably end the night with blue balls, but it’d be worth it to see her come undone for me.
I doubt she could handle my kind of fucking.
Some women can’t. I’ve been called an asshole, a sadist, and all sorts of shit for the things I do to them after they agree to let me tie them up.
I guess sometimes I go a little too far when I’m given complete control. That’s just what I love.
And I’ve never wanted anyone at my mercy as much as I want to restrain the uptight DA. Maybe because I know she’s a challenge, likely an impossible one.
Still, even fucked up monsters can dream.