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His eyes were focused on me like I was prey.
And damn it all to hell, Iwasturned on. Even though I knew it was all so, so risky and wrong.
“It’s eleven. If we leave now, you’ll be screaming it by midnight,” he said roughly. He spread his palm open over my waist, moving his thumb up my ribcage and brushing it against the side of my breast.
My nipples tightened immediately. It was getting hard to breathe. “How do I know you’re not a bad lay?”
That earned me a chuckle. “Think of what I did to you with just my fingers. Now imagine those replaced with my tongue and a nine-inch?—"
“Okay, I got it.” My face felt like it was about to melt off. My pussy freakingclenched. Was my headboard sturdyenough? “To be clear, you’re proposing we do this tonight?”
“For a start.” His voice was so low and tense. “We can continue until we decide we’ve had enough of each other.”
“Just tonight.” The masks gave us cover. I could bring him upstairs without the concierge seeing his face. But beyond that, it was too risky. “Otherwise, I’ll have problems.”
“I can deal with your problems. Dealt with Kassandra, didn’t I?”
WHAT?
I stumbled over my feet.
No. It couldn’t be. “That was you?”
His hands twitched on my waist. “I didn’t like how she talked to you that day. I should have done it earlier, but better late than never.”
My mouth was agape.
A mobster had run one of my competitors out of town. At least, I hoped that wasallhe'd done.
Was she still even alive?!
Heat flashed over my body. The floor tilted. The room seemed to spin even though we weren’t moving anymore.
“Mia?”
My eyelids lowered. I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t stop it.
“Don’t let me fall,” I whispered as everything around me faded to black.
CHAPTER27
ROM
“Mia. Mia, can you hear me?”
She was completely limp. Her forehead pressed against my chest as I held her upright, her arms hanging slack at her sides.
Panic thundered in my ears, drowning out the music.
I shook her lightly. “Mia.”
She didn’t respond.
“Fuck.” I had to get her out of here. To a doctor. To someone who could help her and tell me what the fuck had just happened.
My hands tightened on her waist, ready to haul her over my shoulder so I could carry her through the crowd fireman style, but then she stirred.
“Hey. You okay?”
