Page 6 of Mafia Obsession

And I’ve never wanted a woman in my bed more.

I lift the purse for her to see. “Are you looking for this?”

“Yes. That’s mine,” she says in a voice that I immediately hear moan my name when I fuck her and fuck her hard.

She waits for my response, but looking at her lips, my mind momentarily goes blank.

“I sawaman running out of the women’s bathroom,” I improvisebadly.“I was able to wrestle your purse from him before he ran off. I’ve alerted the pit bosses to take care of him.”

“Him?” She blinks. “I thought I saw a woman. She just reached under the door and?—”

“You’re upset.” Jesus fucking Christ, I’m already not thinking straight around this woman. I’m so transfixed.

The blonde studies me and then glances down at my hand where I’m still holding her purse. The lines of her face make sense together in a way perfection never does. There’s a tension to her beauty.

She was forged. Not born.

Finally, she exhales. “Thank you,” she says. “I panicked.”

“Understandable,” I reply. “Are you here alone?”

Doesn’t matter if you are. Whoever you’re here with is already dead. He just doesn’t know which part of him will stop working first.

Her brows knit together. “Um. No.”

“I’ll walk you back to your party,” I say, waiting for her to admit that she lied.

“I… I needed to be alone,” she says, her eyes focused on her purse.

Still in my possession.

“You’re a beautiful woman. I don’t feel comfortable with you wandering around this kind of place alone.” I hand her the purse. “Come and sit with me in the VIP lounge. I’ll buy you a drink.”

She takes the purse and hooks it over her shoulder like she means to guard it now with her life.

“I don’t know.” She runs a hand through her hair, and the scent of roses it gives off nearly brings me to my knees.

“Please, I insist. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve endured.”

She sneaks a look through her lashes and shifts from side to side. “Okay.”

“I’m Ares,” I say and lean in. “You’re safe. There is no needto be nervous around me.”

Until I’m fucking you to within an inch of your life.

She swallows, and after a moment, she says softly, “I’m Lourdes.”

Lourdes.

Her name sears into my chest like a brand. It’s all I want to know right now. Later, I’ll need her full name for the contract I intend to make her sign.

When she reaches out to shake my hand, a rush comes over me. I look down at her fingers in a way that makes her pull back.

“Do you have a problem with being touched?”

“It’s not that. If I touch you right now…” I say quietly. “I might find it too hard to let go.”

Her fingers curl back slowly as confusion flickers across her face.