Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King
“You know the rules, sweetheart.”
My hands curl around the waistband of my sweats. I hesitate, weighing humiliation against strategy. The bra is almost more exposing than my underwear, and I’ve got less than nothing left to bargain with. With a hiss, I push down the sweats and kick them off, leaving me in nothing but the thin lace beneath.
I’m exposed. Vulnerable. Flushed and barely able to contain my fury. “You better stick to your word,” I grit out.
Hale’s grin spreads, slow and wicked. His gaze drops to my bare legs, then to the V between them, the black lace stretched taut. “My word is gold.”
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