Sinners & Gin – Top Shelf Read online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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Kidnap, yes.

Possible torture, doubtful though I can’t deny that it didn’t pass my mind when the fury and rage overpowered me as I came up with this plan of mine.

Ransom, fuck yes and for a lot. For more money than Vittorio Costa could come up with. He would have to beg, borrow and steal to keep his precious daughter alive. As for my paintings and every single diamond hidden within, for his sake, and his daughter’s, he better not have moved them already.

Revenge would be sweet.

He did this. This was his fault.

But daughter dearest was mine now, and for some crazy reason unknown to me, I wanted a hell of a lot more. This wasn’t just vengeance taking hold. Nor was this just a need to fuck.

I had what I needed to get my shipment back now, and I was in a mood to celebrate. And this little rich girl whimpering in my arms was a definite way to celebrate. All mafia princesses were the same. Entitled, spoiled, bitchy. But something about Costa’s daughter seemed different than the rest. Special. I had watched her for days. Studied her at the party. Something was different.

I had watched her lips all night at the party as she sipped champagne and had wanted them instantly on mine and on many other places that had long since hardened at the thought.

I was a sick bastard.

But again… Vittorio created me.

Never try to one up Matthew Price. Never.

Fucking her probably wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever do in my life, but from the moment I’d seen her, I’d known that I was going to risk my life, and my soul to do just that. She was just too damned tempting, with all that rich, dark hair spread out over her pillow. It wasn’t that artificial, platinum color a lot of those mafia bitches favored but looked completely natural and enticing, and I was a fool for a woman’s hair. Not to mention how innocent she looked, her face surprisingly clean and devoid of the remnants of the usual garish makeup.

Right now, my enemy was about to give up his most precious belonging. What was his, was now mine.

Mine.

“I’m a bad man. A bad bad man,” I whispered by way of apology against her bared breasts, just before taking a pert pink nipple into my mouth. “But I’m about to make you a bad, bad girl.”

5

Aria

“My father will kill you.”

He laughed, heartily at first, then less so as he saw the anger on my face. “Listen, princess—”

“Stop calling me princess. I’m not your fucking pet. You can’t demean me with little pet names.”

“Not my pet?” He smirked which made me want to reach out and punch him. “I saw how you watched the other kittens at the party. I also heard you purr for me as a naughty kitty would. Your tits, your clit, your pussy, your ass—”

“You’re an asshole!” I practically yelled at how crass he was being, as if he were deliberately trying to annoy me, but thought better of actually giving my anger free rein, for fear that I’d raise my voice higher than he allowed.

I wasn’t used to looking to someone other than my father—much less a man like him in particular—for permission to do anything, but the way my butt continued to throb against the sheets of the bed had me thinking twice. He looked so implacable, so damned sure of himself that I was having a hard time not becoming about as close to hysterical as I’d ever been in my life. “I want you to get off of me and leave my room now. If I scream, you are a dead man.”

He grinned, saying sarcastically, “Trust me, princess. I’ll get you to scream. But not in the way you think.”

“You must have a death wish.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead. “I had one long before I met you.”

“I’m not going to ask again. You can’t just come in here and take what you want and—”

“I just did. Or did you willingly give all of this to me?” The smirk he returned both gave him charm as well as brought my blood to an inferno of a boil.

“I would never had given you anything. You didn’t give me a choice, you…” I paused before continuing. I didn’t want to accuse him of just taking it. As much as I hated to admit it, I’d wanted him to. Hell… I’d wanted more. Or at least my body did. “This was a mistake. A mistake I hope to forget forever. So if you know what is good for you, you will leave my room, this party, this house, this fucking country before my father finds out what you did to his daughter and has you tortured until you are begging for death.”

“You wouldn’t tell your daddy,” he replied. “How would he ever look at you the same?” His eyes darkened. “And I’m not going anywhere. Well… not without you.”


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