Page 67 of Conning the Billionaire
Either Grande had pressured her into snitching on Micah, or she was angling to move up in the world. As far as the Mafia was concerned, the farthest a woman could ascend was to be a mistress of a man of respect, a comare, Italian for godmother.
The fact that Kylie was still in the suite with him meant that Grande’s enforcers would not be breaking through his door and spraying the room with bullets at any minute.
Or at least, she thought they wouldn’t.
So he had time, probably until Sunday.
Maybe only until Wednesday.
Micah bent and picked Kylie up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
She giggled as he swept in and tossed her on the bed, scrambling after her.
He buried his face in her neck and nipped her shoulder, earning a gasp from her as his hand caressed her curves from her waist to cup her tit. Her faint floral perfume swirled around his face as he kissed her shoulder up to her ear and then took her mouth.
This woman was betraying him, and Micah was kissing her like a lover. He should use her ruthlessly, screw her, take his pleasure, and leave her sobbing in the sheets like the rat she was.
Kylie Miller wasn’t even a rat. Rats snitched on people to the cops or Uncle Sugar. Kylie was scheming with Salvatore Grande to kill Micah for her own benefit and deceiving him into thinking they were allies and he was safe with her.
Micah didn’t trust anyone where the Brotherhood was concerned.
The rage and pain of betrayal consumed him.
He shuffled backward until he climbed off the bed, grabbed Kylie’s ankle, and dragged her toward him.
She giggled as she slid over the comforter, her dress riding up her hips.
Micah shucked off his suit jacket behind his back and pulled his shirt and undershirt off over his head with one motion, throwing them on the floor. The cool air of the room brushed over his bare shoulders and chest.
He twisted her legs, turned her over on her stomach, and flipped her skirt over her back as he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed.
Kylie wore sweet lace panties, her luscious ass round and succulent.
Micah grabbed her panties and dragged them down her legs and one foot, leaving the white lace wrapped around the other of her black patent leather high heels, and he slapped her bare ass with a sharp crack of his hand.
“Oh!” she gasped as if they were still playing a goddamn game.
He spanked her ass again, leaving a pink print of his hand on her plump skin.
“Ouch!” She looked over her shoulder at him with a coquettish flutter of her eyelashes. “Oh, no. Are you going to spank me?”
He’d already unbuckled his belt and was unbuttoning his pants. His cock was steel hard and aching with pressure.
Micah cracked his hand across her ass again.
“Ouch!” A little less sex-kittenish that time.
Better.
He kicked her feet apart and dragged his underwear down under his balls to angle himself into her.
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KYLIE
The last crack of Micah’s hand on her ass was a jolt that jiggled Kylie’s whole body.
