I have a brand new dark mafia piece that just released. Now, it’s not entirely traditional, but you already know how I like to mix things up. The Specialists are highly trained men in various professions tasked to hunt down and secure precious pieces – art, diamonds…women. Imagine their tactics.
Hungry for a taste?
As a waiter approached, I grabbed a glass of champagne. Why not indulge? Blend in as the Americans would say. I walked toward the entertainment wing, scanning the perimeter before leaning against the doorjamb. As I’d suspected, Wyland was holding court, entertaining several garishly dressed female guests and merely two males. His boisterous voice permeated the expansive space, his laughter as fake as his knowledge on fine art.
He was a schemer, a true con artist in every sense of the word, but I had to give him credit. He’d amassed a significant fortune with his ‘oh shucks’ demeanor. He was also a dangerous man, his powerful tentacles wrapped around both influential corporate moguls as well as hard-core criminals. I took a sip of champagne then held the crystal stem into the light. Given the intoxication level of the guests, I imagined they had no idea their fabulous host was serving rotgut bubbly.
True to form, there were several beautiful pieces of art and jewelry positioned in glass cases placed in strategic locations in the oversized living room. Several of the guests were oohing and aahing over the collection. The very empty case located within an arm’s length of Mr. Worthington gave me a smile. He’d presented his finest piece first, locking it away in what he believed to be a secure vault, likely preventing me from collecting the valuable piece too easily.
Without use of entirely different tactics. However, by this time tomorrow, the diamond would be in a more protected environment.
I’d enjoyed hearing all about his priceless art during a by-invitation-only golf outing, the opportunity allowing me to provide pictures of my collection. His excitement in seeing my erotic paintings had been… fascinating. The gilded invitation to the costume party had arrived only three days later.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an exquisite woman, her beauty unequaled in the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her but not only because she was stunning. She was also a thief. I was amused as hell as I watched her flitting from guest to guest, sliding her hand into the pockets of unsuspecting men. She was quite talented as a pickpocket, more so than the majority I’d run across over my years. She also managed to expertly slide whatever she’d obtained into her small clutch, the men far too mesmerized by her attention to notice her true intentions.
I chuckled, lifting my glass in appreciation. Her actions were ballsy as hell, creating the kind of desire burning deep within that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I envisioned her naked body draped against a cloak of red velvet, her platinum blonde hair sweeping over the satin pillow. I could see her pert little mouth wrapped around my cock while her dazzling eyes stared up at me, her wrists shackled in iron.
For a few delicious seconds, I envisioned fucking her.
Using her luscious body in any way I desired.
Hmmm… I hadn’t allowed myself such a provocative thought in years.
My shaft stirred at the thought, the darkness that dwelled within me rearing its ugly head.
She continued her task, oblivious that I was carefully watching her every move. She’d obviously been invited, several of the guests acknowledging her warmly. When she finally seemed to notice me, her eyebrows lifted, a slight smile crossing her shimmering face.
We played cat and mouse for a full five minutes, her expression laced with seduction.
But only with an ulterior motive in mind.
I took another sip of champagne as she headed in my direction, likely prepared to attempt the same action with a man who could eat her alive. I purposely looked away, once again scanning the room. If her actions were discovered, she could blow my chance at recovering the diamond. I worked alone, little more than a predator of the night.
Any kind of hindrance I didn’t need.
I concentrated my energy on my keen observations. Mr. Worthington had certainly been able to gather a group of some of the most prominent citizens in New Orleans. From judges to state senators, wealthy moguls to sports giants, it would appear that the notorious thief was prepared to show off portions of his collection. This should prove to be a fascinating evening.
Unfortunately, a nagging instinct had kicked in, a reminder to be extremely cautious. Far too much time and money had been put into this mission.
She studied me for a few seconds before taking a decided step sideways, perhaps determining that I wasn’t an easy mark. I felt her gaze dropping to my glass.
“Not to your taste?”
The purring quality of her voice yanked at my attention immediately, the tone provocative in every way. As I tipped my head, catching a glimpse of her beautiful porcelain skin and aristocratic nose forced my cock to push against my zipper. When I shifted my gaze down the length of her voluptuous body, my balls tightened. The little black dress she was wearing left little to the imagination; the deep V in both the front and back allowing me a stunning view of her rounded breasts. The thigh-high slit created a sinful array of filthy thoughts, desires that I had no place feeling.
I’d always been drawn to women who disobeyed the law, finding them more irresistible than those who performed in the appropriate manner. Unfortunately, this was the wrong time to be delving into my own personal desires. I had an entire network of professionals who’d worked countless hours putting this scheme together.
However, I liked to think of what we were doing as righting wrongs.
A few seconds passed as the music changed, Wyland motioned for one of the waiters to refresh his drink.
She stood with one arm crossed at her waist, the other swirling a glass of champagne, her body rocking forward and backward. I couldn’t help but notice her long leg was positioned in such a way the slit had crawled dangerously high on her upper thigh. She appeared bored, even nibbling on her bottom lip, the very one that was stained a delicious ruby red.
I took a deep breath, inhaling her exotic perfume. The scent alone was enough to fuel a series of dark fantasies, igniting my own sadistic desires. As the same waiter as before passed by, I slid the glass onto the sterling silver tray, both amused and aroused. “Not in the least. I prefer something with more… elegance.”
She slowly turned her head, narrowing her eyes yet I was able to see the shimmer in the mesmerizing emerald green color. Sadly, the colorful mask hid the majority of her face, but I had no doubt that hidden behind the feathers and rhinestones was a gorgeous woman. The electricity between us crackled and the moment she dragged her tongue across her lips, I couldn’t help but smile. “A man of distinction. I appreciate that very much.” She pulled the glass to her lips, taking a small sip. “You are right. This is godawful. Disgusting in fact.”
Her long blonde curls trailed halfway down her back and the way she fingered the crystal stem was quite a scintillating draw. “I prefer a more robust flavor in everything.” I’d always been a man of discerning tastes, although my dominating desires off putting to the majority of women. I also hadn’t succumbed to my carnal hungers for several months, my work taking me from one continent to another preventing anything but a one-night stand. Not my style.
“Hmmm…” She darted a glance from right to left, finally offering a slight wrinkle of her nose as she inched closer. “What would you say if I told you that I knew exactly where the wine cellar is? I know for a fact that Mr. Worthington has an extremely amazing collection of fine wines and spirits locked away.”
“I would say you’re very resourceful.” Perhaps getting her away from the mark wasn’t a bad idea.
“Are you game for a… taste?”
“I’m curious. Would that mean that you are a friend of the family?”
She snorted lightly, slapping her hand over her mouth. “Oh, hell, no. I just happen to know where the true goodies are hidden. Mr. Worthington throws parties nearly every other week. Not only am I resourceful, but I’m a girl who enjoys taking chances. What about you? Do you dare indulge in things that are… risky? Or are you simply one of the same conservative assholes with huge bank accounts and even larger bellies pretending to have chutzpa?”
Risky. She obviously had no idea who she was talking to. The true risk was not following the order of things that I’d carefully laid out. Granted, as I calculated the time I had in order to retrieve the stolen object, I realized that I had at least a few minutes to spare. Why did this woman entice me as so few had done before? I was actually curious as to how far she planned on going with her game, my cock aching. “Do not issue a challenge to a man you’ve never met unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”
A seductive smile crossed her face as she darted her eyes down the length of me before beckoning the same waiter, shoving her glass down with a slight thud. “How about a dance with me, just to make certain I’m worth taking a chance on? That is, if you can handle the heat?”
No woman had ever challenged me before, certainly not in this manner. I eased my glass onto the same tray before taking her hand. The level of electricity shooting down the length of my arm was unusual, tightening my balls. I pulled her close, using a single finger to slide several strands of hair away from her long neck.
Her lower lip trembled, her stunning emerald eyes opening wide. It was easy to tell her reaction was the same, our attraction one of a filthy nature. I could devour her in one sitting, lapping every drop of cream from her sweet little pussy, but only if she was a very good girl.
“Accepted,” I stated in a commanding tone.
“Yes. Okay.” She faltered only slightly before planting the palm of her hand against my chest, digging her fingers into the material of my jacket.
I swept her into the middle of the few couples already dancing, pulling her even closer. The feel of her in my arms was exquisite, dragging the darkness from deep within me to the surface. The vile things I wanted to do to her only fueled the embers. I slid my arm around her waist, forcing her heated body against mine. The music was perfect, the sultry strains of the blues adding to the mystery.
There were no words said as we danced, her eyes never leaving mine. As the scent of her feminine wiles filled my nostrils, my thoughts turned even more intense. I could tell she was wet, her hunger as raw as mine.
She shifted her hips back and forth, a slight moan slipping past her lips. Everything about her was tempting, my desire increasing.
“Who are you, Zorro?” she finally whispered.
“A very dangerous man. Do you still want to play?”
There was only a slight hesitation and as she tilted her head until our lips were mere centimeters apart, her whisper became rocket fuel.
“Then you will do exactly as I say no matter what I ask. Are we clear?”
I was indeed a savage man, a barbarian that she should run away from in fear, but instead, she’d chosen to tempt the ravaging beast.
She dragged her tongue across her lips nervously, blinking several times before issuing a single nod.
While the moment was unusual, I knew without a doubt that one day, I would take her.
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