Series: Penny Dee
Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
She lifts an eyebrow. “What were you thinking?”
I can’t help the smirk. It looks like the black cat is becoming more curious.
“Dinner at The Sage Leaf.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Reservations there are impossible to get.”
“And I am an expert at making the impossible possible.”
“Does that involve a body coming across my table?”
“Only if they don’t play nice. I can be a reasonable man, Doc.”
She scoffs into her coffee as she takes a sip but finally says, with a tone as if she’s granting me a favor, “Fine, I’ll let you wine and dine me at The Sage Leaf if you insist, but only because of the food. I heard it’s the best in town.”
“And then afterward, I plan on filling your cunt with my cock for dessert. I can also be very charming—”
“Which is debatable.”
“And make sure that you can’t walk or speak with how tightly I pin you down by your throat.”
Her eyes widen for just a split second before the small smile plays on her luscious lips. “Careful what you wish for. Maybe I won’t play nice.”
My cock jumps. I’m betting on it.
Her amusement softens, and she reaches over and swipes her thumb across my chin.
“The savage killer has food on his face.” She holds up her thumb and then slides it between her plush lips, slowly sucking ketchup from the tip. I watch, mesmerized, knowing she’s intentionally teasing me, especially when she makes a popping noise with her lips. “Very intimidating.”
Her gaze dances with mischief.
And that’s when it hits me like a fucking bullet.
This is beyond obsession. This is the fucking need to claim her as mine.
34
LEONORE
The restaurant is ridiculously opulent. No wonder it takes months to get a reservation. With its decadent decor and a guest list that reads like a who’s who of high rollers, it screams money, power, and importance. Crystal chandeliers spill soft warm light across marble floors, and my date sits at the very center of it like he is the king.
Which in this town, he is.
Despite knowing better than to agree, I did. Though the truth is, I was surprised by our morning. I didn’t like how many questions he asked. But in the silence that remained between each, we sat there comfortably. It’d been a long time since I’d so easily just sat in peace with someone else. And I hate to admit it, but I have become curious about him. Though I know it’s more than that, no matter how much I try to fight it myself.
People stare at us and whisper while Silas sits across from me, completely unfazed.
He doesn’t notice any of it, or if he does, he simply doesn’t care. Since we sat down, he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. I have on a tight black dress and by the looks of it, he approves.
He has this way about him. The ability to make you feel like you’re the only person in the room. Hell, the only person on the planet. When Silas looks at you, nothing else exists. For better or worse.
I take a sip of champagne and tell myself not to get carried away.
This is the man I have sex with.
Not a man I could ever be with.
There’s a big difference between the two, and I need to remember it before I do something stupid like develop feelings for a Mafia kingpin who could fuck my life up on a whim.
Been there. Done that.
But it’s hard to keep my head straight when he’s looking at me the way he is.
Oh hell, the bubbles must have gone to my head already.
“You’re staring,” I say, bringing my glass to my lips to hide my flushing cheeks. I don’t feel equipped against him in a setting like I had this morning. For some reason, I feel more unnerved, like he’s studying me more than usual.
“I am,” he says in a low, rich voice.
“Any particular reason?”
“Several.” The corners of his mouth lift. “All of them indecent.”
I take another sip of champagne. I’m not used to this kind of treatment because it’s not something I indulge in. I’m only used to talking in manners of sex.
I slide my heel along his inner thigh underneath the table. A guttural noise escapes him as he grits out, “You’re mistaken if you think I won’t take you in front of all these people.”
“Here I thought you’d make me ask,” I say dryly.
He leans in toward me, his hand dropping to grab my foot beneath the table. “My cock is fucking hard right now.”
My body flushes with desire and need. Fuck me, can we even make it through a dinner without wanting to rip one another’s clothes off?
I bite my bottom lip as I lean in slightly as well, pressing my foot against the chair between his legs intentionally. “Is this date like a masochist foreplay situation? To see how long you can last without ripping my clothes off?”