Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

The second the door clicks shut, Sergei grabs me, spins me around, and presses me against the wall, his body searing into mine. I barely have time to think before he captures my lips, his mouth hot and wet. His body cages me in, his scent thick and intoxicating. I could get drunk off of it. My pulse hammers, desperate for more. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” he mutters, his voice low, deep, edged with hunger. His lips hover over mine before he pulls back slightly, his eyes smoldering. I smirk, tilting my chin up. “You can’t take a little teasing?” I challenge. He looks like a man possessed, ravenous with desire. My whole body shivers under his gaze. “You think this is a game, princess?” he murmurs. One of his hands drags down my body, slow, deliberate, his touch featherlight until it’s not. Everywhere he touches burns with desire, tingles with anticipation. Then his fingers are at the hem of my dress, slipping underneath until they’re teasing the space between my thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, spreading me wider. “I think the fun’s just begun,” I say on a stuttered breath, already so desperate for him I can barely think.