Chapter 156 - Nik

Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, I heard him drive away from the curb. The man was scared of me. Like, quaking in his boots, scared of me. I laughed. Big mafia man himself was afraid of little ol' me.

I started stripping as I made my way to my bedroom. He'd been watching me from the shadows. It should freak me out. Make me give him a piece of my mind.

And I would.

But it would be more fun to tweak his tail than to berate him. I was going on a manfast, but I wasn't above a good game of teasing. Make him desperate for me. Make him sorry he passed on my offer. Then, when he was ready to rock and roll, I'd break my fast...with a different partner. Shove his face in it.

Yes, I might still be a little bitter about the whole thing.

My body felt loose and heavy at the thought of Arturo Amatucci caught in my web. I was going to torture that man in the most delicious ways possible, and he'd have no one but himself to blame. Curls of heat licked through my core.