Page 54 of Vicious Secrets
“Frustrating, isn’t it?”
My body sags against his arm, and I press my face into the pillow before sighing.
“Really? The texts weren’t that dirty.”
“Really.”
“Fuck it, keep going.”
Siro’s fingers resume the pattern. “Yeah? You want me to keep teasing your pretty pussy?”
I pull in a deep breath, sucking loose pillowcase fabric up my nose. “Did you hide my vibrator and dildo, too?”
“I’m evil, not cruel,” he spits, sounding genuinely hurt that I think he’d dare to do something like not letting me cum.
Like he is right fucking now!
“Then you’re just getting me ready to squirt in the shower after you leave for work.”
Siro’s hand freezes, and he growls. I smirk to myself as jealousy rolls off of him like body heat. The fingers leave my skin and, a second later, plunge inside of me, knocking the smirk clean off my face. I cry out and arch against him to no avail.
“Go back to sleep, Robyn.”
I splutter and gasp. From a combination of the angle I’m lying in, and how he’s pinning me with his arms, it’s impossible to grind my clit on the heel of his hand.
I swallow hard. “I can’t. I won’t. Too horny.”
Siro chuckles and nips at my ear. “You know I’ll take care of you tonight. Do you think you can be a good girl and not touch what’s mine while I’m at work?”
“Are you asking me or giving me permission to grab your cock in front of Fabi?”
“Neither. I’ll wait for you downstairs. In the lobby.”
I groan and give up on arguing with him. Siro’s clearly not intent on letting me win. Too bad for him. He just gave me an entire day to come up with ways to get back at him.
AsIstepoutinto the lobby of our building, it’s disorienting at first. We always leave and enter through the garage. But finding a beast like Siro is never an issue, even in a crowd. He either towers over everyone, or there’s a terror-inducing ice bubble around him no one wants to risk popping.
Seeing him outside of the box we’ve lived in for the past three months is weird but not unnerving. It’s so easy to forget he’s not actually far removed from the general public. Otherwise, how else would the mob make money?
His black-on-black suit makes a torrent of heat pour over inside me. I feel like I should only react this strongly to his nudity, not a well-fitted suit. But I am jealous of his ability to make plain and basic outfits look like fine couture.
Siro’s mouth opens his mouth as I approach him.
“No, I was not good.”
His head tilts and one brow raises. A moment later, his mouth snaps closed, and he rights himself. I swear there is a faint bit of pink on the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t think a nun would wear that,” Siro says as he holds his hand out to me. “And you’d never get hired as a stripper.”
“No?” I quirk a brow as I take his hand.
He steps closer to me and tucks my hand in the crook of his elbow. The silky soft fabric of his coat slips over an inner layer when I touch it. The inner material is coarser or maybe finely braided.
“No. Too difficult to take off and on, and doesn’t feed a fantasy.”
As we walk out onto the Strip, I can’t help but grin up at him. The pencil dress I chose is made of lilac silk and is skin-tight. Thanks to the corset I’m wearing, my nipples are one strong breath away from being exposed over the square neckline.
“If 1950s housewives aren’t a fantasy, why does the Fedeltà want us?”
