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

“Lemme just address one of your concerns, okay? I don’t live with Heaven and Matteo. I know you have this whole useless but pretty trust fund baby perception of me, but it’s not true. I’ve got my own place. I’m not a freeloader.” He smirks. “I mean, I don’t pay for it, but I’ve got my own space. With plenty of windows,” he says with a wink.

“Mm-hm,” I say. “All of that sounds really good. The only thing I don’t remember saying is ‘useless but pretty.’ I think that’s just you projecting.”

He smacks my ass and then squeezes it, making me squeal.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He draws me near, his lips brushing against my ear. “Why don’t I take you to my place and show you how useful I actually am? And then I’m going to make you scream so hard, you’ll never say shit like that again.”

“Or maybe I’ll like it so much, I’ll keep saying it.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Now, are you going to take me to your place, or are you going to fuck me against this street post?” I shrug. “It is Vegas, after all.”

“Tempting, but no.” He grins at me. “The things I’m gonna do to you have to be behind closed doors or I’ll get arrested. And that whole pretty thing will be very bad for me in the clink.” With a chuckle, he nods toward the hotel. “Race ya back?”

“A competition. Nice.” I wiggle my fingers in a little wave and take off like a shot. He’s on my heels but challenge accepted. No way do I lose.

Of course, by the time I get to the hotel entrance, I can’t breathe, my face is purple, and my eyes are bugging out of my head.

But hey, I won.

We catch our breath for a minute, the unspoken promise of what awaits us upstairs hanging in the stagnant air between us. Finally, when I don’t feel completely wilted, Dante laces his fingers with mine and pulls me into the revolving glass door next to him. I can’t stop staring up at him and smiling. I want to pull my eyes away, I want to feel as if I have some sliver of self-control left, but there’s nothing.

I am hopelessly consumed in all that is him.

He’s staying…because of me.

Shut the front fucking door.

I never expected to hear those words, even though deep down I yearned to hear them tumble from his bitable lips.

“Anya!”

That definitely jars me. I turn around to see who could possibly be calling my—

And then it hits me.

Dottie and The Golden Girls said they were staying at the Excelsior.

A smile tugs at my lips. How happy they look in their brightly colored, button-down shirts and white pants…what is it with older women and their white pants? It’s like a uniform! And how do they keep them so freaking clean?

Maybe it’s a secret that gets uncovered as you age.

Dottie trots over to me and throws her arms around my neck, not caring at all that I am a sweaty mess. “I didn’t think we’d see you again!”

I smile. “Well, I got that job I told you about.”

Dottie furrows her brow. “Job? I don’t recall—”

“It’s fine,” I say, knowing full well why she doesn’t recall. It’s because she never let me get a word in edgewise. Anything I said got completely drowned out by her yapping.

Still, she’s cute and excited and obviously having a grand time.

“And this young man is the one who brought you here!” she exclaims.

Memory like an elephant. Maybe she’s more observant than I gave her credit for being.

“Is he your boyfriend?” One of the others pipes in and a hot flush creeps into my cheeks. I sneak a look up at him and he grins down at me.

Then he looks at Dottie and flashes those bright white teeth before answering. “Nah, we’re just having sex.”

I bite down on my lower lip to keep from laughing when I see the shocked expression on her face. And then to her credit, a second later, she winks at me. “Ride it while you can, dear. You never know when the horse is going to give out.”

“I’ll remember that,” I say, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “It was great running into you. I hope you have an amazing time with your friends. It looks like you’re having so much fun.”

“Then you should experience it for yourself. Maybe later? We’ll be here!” Her friends let out a collective yell and fist the air.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look for you.” I give Dottie a quick hug since I’m still learning this affection thing for virtual strangers. And I’m actually not full of shit, either. Maybe I could use a little girl time. I have the night off, and something tells me I’ll need a few laughs and drinks after my dinner with Uncle Boris.

She nods, slowly looking between me and Dante with a knowing smile on her face. “In the meantime, you two enjoy!”

And on cue, the girls all hoot and holler as we walk toward the private elevator bank that leads to the residences.

“Look at you, making friends, being chatty.” he says, leaning against the wall while we wait for the elevator to arrive. “I might have to make some adjustments to my list.”

“I’m hoping you find some new ones to add,” I say in a husky voice, discreetly sliding my hand up the leg of his shorts, grazing his half-hard cock.