OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(127)

“I am. You’re free to go. I’ve wasted enough time and energy on you, and I can’t really keep sending guys down here to watch you. Send your boss my regards.” He stepped aside and gestured towards the door for me to leave.



I looked at the door, then back at him. I didn’t trust him not to be trying to trick me into something. Besides, I couldn’t go back to Fang empty-handed. That would be suicide. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I didn’t know which way to turn.



What I did know was that Fang was going to be pissed if I turned up without any drugs or intel. I also knew that I’d sensed Cole’s attraction to me. I decided, as I stood facing the door to the basement, to use the attraction we both felt to my advantage. When I did return, it wouldn’t be empty-handed. I would have something on Hell’s Overlords that would help Fang take them down.



“No,” I told Cole, turning to face him.



“No, what? What do you mean no?” he asked.



“I’m not leaving. You don’t want me to leave,” I explained. I took a step closer to him and ran one of my long fingers along his rigid shoulder.



“You’re of no use to me,” he insisted, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away. “You need to leave.”



His touch sent ripples of red hot pleasure through my body. I pressed myself closer to him. Now that I was no longer confined to that chair, I didn’t have to play nice with him. I could take what I wanted. And I wanted him.



“What if I don’t want to leave?” I whispered in his ear.



He grabbed my arms and pushed me back. I mean, he gripped me, wrapped his thick, strong fingers around me hard enough to leave marks. I gasped and clenched my legs together as the intense pleasure rippled down between my thighs.



“You’re going to leave,” he growled.



“You’re not going to make me,” I laughed.



He pushed me against the wall and pressed himself against me. I could feel his desire growing for me, hardening for me, between his legs. He pressed his erection firmly against me. Our faces were close enough I could almost taste his breath. I licked my lips, ready to meet his in a solid kiss, but he pushed away from me.



“There’s no use denying you want me,” I taunted him.



“I’m not denying anything,” he said, turning away.



I closed the distance between us and put my arms around him, running my hands down his hard chest and stomach, reaching for the swell in the front of his jeans. I wanted to run my fingers over it, to feel it in my hand.



“I felt your desire against me,” I murmured.



“No.” He grabbed my wrist again, causing the muscles behind my lower lips to twitch and tighten. His touch was electric.



“Come on,” I pleaded with him. “You can’t say you don’t want to know what’s under these clothes,” I taunted.



“I can’t?” He raised an eyebrow. “I can say anything I want, Sasha.”



“Then say it,” I told him. “Tell me you aren’t curious. Tell me the reason you stopped cutting my pants open was anything other than your reluctance to see me that way. You want me, but you don’t want to take me improperly, do you?”



He smiled and blushed. I had this big bad biker in front of me blushing because he had a little schoolboy crush on me. It was all I could do not to laugh at him at that moment, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let myself laugh. It would have ruined my momentum with him.



Instead, I reached down and unbuttoned my pants.



“What are you doing?” he asked sternly, letting me know I was crossing a line, a line that I felt needed to be crossed.



“I’m going to give you what you want. Don’t you want to see me?” I playfully asked him.



“No, not like…no.” He grabbed my pants and tried to hold them closed with one hand while I pulled the other around me.



This time, I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand against my cotton panties. I tilted my head back and pulled in a deep, sharp breath through my nose as I made his solid, masculine hand rub against me through the fabric.



“Dammit, Sasha,” he said against my neck, pulling his hand back from me slowly, almost reluctantly.



I let him go and backed away with a smile on my face, trying not to laugh at how I was torturing him.



“Keep your pants on,” he said with a kind of resolve in his voice.



“Can I stay?” I asked him as I zipped and buttoned.



He looked at me for a few long, silent moments. I could see in his mesmerizing, deep green eyes that he was weighing his options with me. He wasn’t completely sure what to do with me, and I liked being able to see that in him.