Savage Sinner: An Enemies To Lovers Russian - Italian Dark Mafia Romance (Sinfully Savage Mafia)

She looks at me, her eyes half-hooded and I grab her by the hair. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I hiss. “You come out here with your dress falling off of you and you expect me to ignore it? Huh?” I tug her hair harder and a tiny mewl escapes her lips. “Your job is to be a good girl, but you’re so fucking bad, aren’t you? And you deserve to be punished.” I smack her again, bringing one hand around to her pussy and slipping my digits into her wet slit. I drive them into her as she writhes against me. “You’re so wet. That tells me you love it, that you want me to punish you, that you like my hand stinging your ass. Is that true, Anya? Tell me!” I grunt, balancing her in one arm as I drag my fingers in and out of her soft pussy.

She whimpers against me, her head resting against the refrigerator. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Louder!”

“Yes!” she whisper-shouts. “Oh my God!”

The click of the keycard sliding into the door lock sounds. “Fuck!” I whisper as Anya’s feet hit the floor. She hurries to adjust herself, but there’s nothing I can do about myself.

No adjustments to be made.

It kind of is what it is.

I wink at her, giving my fingers a quick suck. She grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard on the mouth before jumping back once again.

When Heaven and Matteo walk into the kitchen, at least we’re a respectable distance apart from one another.

Shit, if these walls had eyes…or cameras…

I’d be dead, that’s for sure.

Heaven beams at us, and I can tell right away from the glint in her eye and the pink tinge in her cheeks that she’s finally gotten laid.

Good for them.

And good for me.

“I didn’t expect you guys back so quickly,” she says, pulling open the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of Pellegrino sparkling water.

“Yes, well, I didn’t have much to move over here,” Anya says. “And Aisling was so tuckered out that she fell right asleep.”

Heaven gives Matteo a knowing look. “Yeah, well, we know how long that lasts, and it’s never enough! I bet she’ll be babbling in about ten minutes. I swear, I don’t know where her energy comes from.”

Anya laughs, her bright white teeth flashing in the late afternoon sunlight streaming into the windows. The gold highlights in her hair shimmer, and I ache to run my fingers through the glossy waves again.

Matteo snaps his finger, and the sound jerks me from my borderline X-rated thoughts about the sexy new hire. I look up and see that his forehead is pinched. He nods toward his office and we back out of the room while the girls keep up a steady stream of chatter about things I can’t be bothered to follow right now.

I need to focus, and not just on the memory of Anya’s hot body pressed against me. Matteo is not happy right now, and I have a feeling I already know why.

He closes the door behind us and collapses in his chair, holding a hand to his head.

“Matty, you should be relaxed right now. You just fucked your wife. Why isn’t that making you smile?”

He slams his fists on the desk. “Because of her fucking family, Dante. Because I just found out that asshole brother of hers is coming for the christening after all of this time not seeing Heaven, not speaking to her, not even texting to ask about Aisling.” He shakes his head. “I swear to Christ, if he ruins this for her, if he dares make her anxious or upset or—”

“We’ll all have him, Matty. Don’t worry about that.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “We need to corner him once he gets here. I wanna hear directly from him what the hell he’s doing with the Volkov Bratva. We escaped them once. I don’t want to make a habit of it.”

I nod. “Patty has nothing.”

Matteo rolls his eyes. “Why am I not surprised? He’s too GQ to be useful.”

“Well, if Conor doesn’t make a move, Patty can’t track it. It’s not entirely his fault. It’s not like he’s missing anything.”

Matteo lets out a groan and sits back in his chair. “You know what? I’m calling Roman.” I come around behind him and sit on the edge of the desk. He stabs my youngest brother’s phone number into his laptop and waits until Roman answers. He’s covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

I stifle a laugh but Matteo just glares at him.

“You had to answer the call like that?”

“I thought it might be important and didn’t have time to clean up,” Roman says with a shrug. I can see his fiancée Marchella in the background giggling and playing with their puppy Bella.

She’s also covered in cream.

“I feel like we’re interrupting something,” I say with a snicker.

Roman licks some cream off his finger. “Well, then get on with it so I can get on with it, yeah?”

Matteo’s lips stretch into a straight line. “Conor is coming to the christening.”

“Shit,” Roman says. “Did he call Heaven?”

“No, Aunt Maura sent me a text. He fucking couldn’t have even sent it himself, that pansy ass prick!” He fists his hair. “Guys, I seriously wanna kill the bastard. Like ‘drag a fork down the front of his chest and then gouge out his eyes’ kill him.”

“Easy,” Roman says. “Do we know why, all of a sudden, he wants to be included in family shit again?”