River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations Read Free Page A

laugh. Ah, the power of a woman. The thought had me laughing inwardly. Little did these fuckers know, they were dealing with a kaleidoscope of raw, sadistic need. Hell, I put the “ S ” in sadism. And when I plan to bring it, you better back the fuck up!
    “We done here?” I said, feigned disinterest dripping from my tongue.
    The wiry one with a chipped tooth stepped forward. “Hardly.” His smile was sardonic.
    I rolled my eyes, but not before slowly lifting my black pencil skirt...to stick my middle finger deep into my core, taking one quick swirl and hitting the bundle of nerves that begged to be relieved. My sigh rent the air. They adjusted their obvious hardons in succession. Withdrawing my finger, I sucked it with a pop...essentially flipping them off. A myriad of emotions played on their faces—anger, gall, and dare I say…awe?
    With my work here done, I casually say, “I’ll see the boss now.” I gently slapped chipped tooth’s face while the other two looked on. He didn’t move, just blinked. “Oh, that was a directive. Not a question, love,” I corrected, walking past him into the building. Incompetence, I shuddered to myself.
    Game on…
    I was shocked to see that the place hadn’t been updated from the seventies’ wood paneling. Probably still talking about the Lufthansa heist , I thought, rolling my eyes. Guinea’s! Ugh. A few old wise guys drinking espresso gaped at me as I took the stairs. I pushed my sunglasses above my head and threw a wink their way. That’s right, you fuckers, the enemy is in the house.
    A long flight of stairs was another daunting task. My skirt—a second skin—wasn’t very practical for these steps. With my hand on the banister, I slowly, but confidently, made my way up. Upon reaching the top step, I heard a harsh voice yelling in Italian beyond the door in front of me. My heart thumped steadily against my ribcage like a drum, creating the soundtrack of my sudden nerves.
    I blew out a long breath. Should I knock? Nah.
    I strutted confidently into the office, immediately noticing the modern theme it was decorated in. A tall, dark, suited man stood with his back to me, arguing over the phone in Italian. I let the door slam behind me and stood beside it, waiting for his attention to be drawn my way. The face that met mine wasn’t the one I had expected. I expected Stefan’s father. However, the man in front of me had a scar that ran from the outside of his left brow to the corner of his lip—Zeke, the infamous underboss.
    His lip curled into a cruel snarl of a smile as he hung up the phone. “Well. Well. Well,” he said, tsking.
    Every nerve in my body recoiled, but my face remained stoic. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me afraid. It quickly became apparent that everything about this man’s demeanor screamed coldness, aloofness, and self-absorption.
    My chin jutted forward as I threw my bag on the chair in front of his desk. With my spine straight and my shoulders squared, I said, “I’m sure you know why I’m here. So, drop the sneer and let’s get to it.”
    His brow raised and his smiled widened in calculation. “This sneer?” He leaned forward, arms bracing on his desk.
    “Yeah, that one.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in disgust. He was one ugly, hard-looking fuck. “I’m here to barter,” I said, finally taking a seat and throwing one leg over the other to punctuate my intent.
    “Oh, really.” He stood up, folding his arms, gazing at me with dark, cold eyes. “And what makes you think you have anything to barter?”
    “Pfft, let’s not play me for a fool. I happen to know you have singular tastes.” I shrugged, turning to plan B. This hadn’t been my original negotiating ploy, since I had thought I’d be dealing with Stefan’s father. But this actually worked out better in my favor. Sick bastards like the one in front of me were easily played, and I am a fantastic player. “I may be able to fulfill one or