ROSALINE Paulina held my phone, her eyes focused on the screen while I sat in one corner of her room, biting into my cubicle. It had been three days since I had received the pictures, and every time Dom’s phone had chimed, my heart raced. I could not live like this anymore—with fear snaking around

“He said he’s already on it.” “Does he know?” “No. He didn’t ask much about what he’s blackmailing me with, which is good.” There was relief in her voice. “He understood it was something private, which was why I was being blackmailed for it. I just gave him the number.” “Good. I’ll send him a goo

“You’d be surprised,” I drawled. “Letting someone know of all the things you want to do to them is not the wisest way. Rather, you should be able to let the anticipation build. You should let the person feel what they want to, let it magnify.” His smirk slowly disappeared. “Just like I did with you.

“You’re using Ros to take revenge on our Capo? Is that it?” The more he questioned, the bigger the urge to shove his dick into his mouth got. As I unzipped his pants, he added, “You plucked Cosa Nostra’s forbidden fruit, because our Capo hurt your pride by fucking your woman and giving her the pleas

“Did your friend delete the pictures?” he asked, and that pulled me out of the reverie. My body stiffened, and I gave a slight nod. “Cole cleared his drive, and your rat brought me his pen drives and laptop. I burned them.” “Good,” he murmured against my skin, heating the spot with his breath, the