Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask

Chapter 514: Chapter 110 Interrogating the Inspector

Lila’s POV

I entered our secured bedroom where Daniel sat in his leather armchair, absorbed in intelligence reports from Thorne Corporation, dressed in his off-duty attire of dark slacks and a cashmere sweater. He glanced up as I walked past him without acknowledgment, closing the bathroom door behind me. Tonight, I had something special planned for my mafia inspector.

After my shower, I slipped into rose-colored lingerie crafted from delicate French lace, selected a silk scarf from our walk-in closet, and returned to face him. I placed the scarf on the nightstand beside our bed, feeling his dark eyes tracking my every movement, then turned to confront him directly. His reports now forgotten, he watched me with predatory intensity, offering that dangerous half-smile when our gazes locked. I approached his chair and leaned down until we were face to face.

"Inspector Martinez, explain yourself. You entered that Sullivan family associate’s private quarters, and she was barely dressed?" His smile disappeared instantly as he gave a reluctant nod. "What happened next?"

"Lila..." He clearly wanted to avoid revisiting the undercover operation.

"What happened next, detective?" I pressed, refusing to let him escape my interrogation.

He exhaled heavily. "She removed all her clothing."

"Step by step, Martinez. We’re reconstructing your compromising position before I decide your punishment." His confusion transformed into understanding. "What did she remove first?"

"She unfastened her brassiere and let it drop to the marble floor."

I stood, took a deliberate step backward, and unhooked my lace bra, allowing it to fall. His eyes darkened with recognition as he realized the game I was orchestrating.

"Continue," I commanded.

"She slid off her undergarments." His voice deepened with desire. I slowly removed my panties and kicked them aside with deliberate provocation.

"What did you do then, Inspector? Did you stare at her the way you’re devouring me with your eyes right now?"

"I never looked at her like this," he protested firmly. "She pursued me around that penthouse suite until I was cornered against the floor-to-ceiling windows."

"Demonstrate. That’s how proper reconstruction works in criminal investigations, isn’t it?" I challenged. He rose from his chair as I advanced toward him with calculated menace. He retreated step by step as I stalked him across our bedroom.

"It’s taking every ounce of my restraint not to pin you against this wall right now," he admitted, his smile turning wickedly dangerous.

"Did you tell her that?" I suppressed laughter at his increasingly frustrated expression.

"Absolutely not. I was planning my escape route." He continued backing away until the wall trapped him. I closed the remaining distance, pressing my naked body against his clothed form.

"What happened then?"

"She pressed herself against me and began touching me inappropriately."

"Where specifically?"

"My torso."

"Like this?" I flattened myself against him, feeling his unmistakable arousal through his expensive fabric. "Did you become aroused when she touched you?"

"Christ, Lila! Of course not! My body only responds to you." His self-control was evident in the rigid tension of his jaw, the strain around his penetrating eyes.

"Continue your report."

"I realized physical contact would be necessary to extract myself from the situation. I noticed a designer scarf in her closet and formulated a plan. I would restrain her, and if she refused to provide the safe combination I needed, I’d create enough noise to alert hotel security. In such a high-end hotel, response time would be immediate."

"Show me exactly what you did."

In one explosive movement, he gripped my waist and threw me onto our king-sized bed. He seized the silk scarf from the nightstand, secured both my wrists together, and bound them to the ornate headboard. Anticipation coiled in my stomach, excitement building from our dangerous role play.

"Then I stepped away from her. She refused to cooperate with the combination, I shouted for help, and two housekeeping staff plus hotel security arrived within minutes. I departed while she remained restrained." His lips hovered tantalizingly close to mine. "Are you satisfied with my explanation?"

"You claimed you stepped away, but you’re still positioned on top of me. Aren’t you going to maintain proper distance?" I taunted.

"Not happening. I’ve provided my full report, but now you’re naked beneath me, I’m painfully hard, and you’re tied up at my mercy. I have far better plans than maintaining professional distance." He traced burning kisses along my jawline. "You’ve heard my explanation. Now let me demonstrate what I want to do with you—only you."

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that drew a moan from deep in my throat. My lips parted eagerly, welcoming his tongue as it danced with mine. Each kiss felt like rediscovering each other—intoxicating, desperate, demanding everything.

"You’re absolutely exquisite," he whispered between passionate kisses. "Perfection in every possible way."

His mouth traveled down my throat, sucking hard enough to mark me as his territory, making my body temperature spike and my core grow slick with desire. His skilled hands found my breasts, kneading gently before pinching my nipples and drawing them into his hot mouth alternately. I moaned and arched beneath him, offering myself completely.

He pulled away momentarily, leaving me cold and desperate before quickly stripping off his clothing and returning to cover my body with his heat. His experienced fingers explored lower, parting my sensitive folds and stroking that bundle of nerves until pleasure overwhelmed me in shuddering waves.

I barely recovered before he positioned himself between my thighs and entered me in one powerful thrust that tore a cry from my lips. He moved with vigorous intensity while I writhed beneath him, unable to touch him due to my silk restraints, which somehow amplified every sensation.

My climax crashed over me, my body clenching around him while he continued his sweet assault on my breasts and maintained his relentless rhythm inside me. A second release followed quickly as he drove deep one final time, finding his own explosive release before collapsing onto me. Eventually, he freed my wrists and rolled us over so I straddled his muscular frame.

"Am I forgiven for the undercover operation?" he asked, mischief dancing in his dark eyes.

"Not yet. We have the entire night ahead of us," I replied, repositioning myself above him strategically. "But I’ll ensure you understand that you belong to me and shouldn’t respond to calls from other women in this family business."

"Is my dangerous little monster unleashed tonight?" He laughed as I nodded with predatory satisfaction.

For hours afterward, I subjected him to exquisite torture, ensuring he would never question what we shared or forget that he was completely mine, just as I belonged entirely to him in this treacherous world of power and passion.

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