Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)

by Luna Mason

To all my filthy brats who want to be fucked into submission by the bloodied hands of the mafia boss. Frankie is waiting to break you, choke you and leave his marks all over you … Because that’s what you get for being his good girl.

My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine. Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.

Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.

The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.