Lessie
Mark’s hand was tight around my wrist when the doors opened and I saw him.
Dante Rossi sat behind a wide desk in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, watching us like he’d been expecting the exact moment we walked in. The room was quiet except for the low sound of the city outside the high windows. Two men stood near the wall. Mark stopped a few feet from the desk and cleared his throat.
“I brought her. Like we agreed. The debt’s cleared if you take her.”
Dante’s eyes moved over me once, slow. Recognition hit at the same time it hit him. I saw it in the way his gaze stopped on my mouth, then dropped lower. Three months ago I’d left a hotel room before sunrise with his c*m still leaking down my thighs and the taste of him in my mouth. I hadn’t known his name. I’d only known he f****d m
