Page 56 of The Gangster King

I’m not.

I’m just fucking horny.

And a prisoner.

That my guard is Dante Baldassare—one of the hottest gangsters in the world—is my bad luck. Every inch of him is solid muscle, and his square jaw and blue eyes are intoxicating.

Even if they usually turn black while dealing with me.

“I told you there were cameras in here. My fucking men could have seen everything!” he grounds out.

I smile.

Except they didn’t, did they? It took me way too long to figure out that Dante would never let another man, or woman, watch me.

If therearecameras here, he’s the only one with access.

And I think, by the look on his face and the fact he’s standing here right now, it’s safe to say I’m one hundred percent correct.

“Did you stroke your cock while watching me, Dante?” I taunt him further.

He lets out a growl and rubs his jaw, looking like I’m one giant problem he just needs to get rid of.

Good.

Send me home, you asshole.

“Put your clothes on.” He hisses and turns away.

What?

I sit up. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re usually trying to get me out of them!”

My arousal fades as I stare at his back. But he doesn’t respond, he just continues to stare at the wall.

Fuck that.

I scramble off the bed, storm across the room, and slap him on the back. “Dante!”

“Get dressed.” He yells, not moving—not even a flinch.

The hell?

“Look at me!” I demand, standing behind him with not a scrap of clothing on. My pussy dripping and swollen.

“GET DRESSED Adalina!” He yells once more.

No way.

I walk around him and get in his face. “Stop ignoring me. What is wrong with you!”

I’m furious. How dare he.

I’m...offended.

Dante’s hands rest on his hips, and with his face inches from mine, he grounds out his response, barely restrained. “You’re playing with fire, Adelina. I deal with the most dangerous men in the world every single fucking day. Yet you get up in my face and demand I look at you.”

Yes.