the one who wants me dead.
need. I’d protected his wife a long time ago, and now the notorious mob boss
wants me to keep his daughter safe. I resist the tempting and troublesome mafia
princess for as long as I can, but once I take her, there’s no going back, no
giving her back. She thinks what we have between us is just a fling, but I know
we’re forever. Regardless of what she says or her dad orders.
man/younger woman mafia romance and touches on sensitive topics. Reader
discretion advised. No cheating or cliffhanger.
She climbs up and slides her pert arse across the wood. Crossing her gorgeous
legs out of habit. That tempt me more than ever knowing how close I came to
having some other bastard touch them.
drawing down her face as she peruses the damage. “What happened?”
thing I give a damn about is settling things between us. Setting her straight
about other men. Or the lack there of going forward. “I dropped it.”
across my forearm as she tilts her head in worry and disbelief. Making the
cords tighten from her concern over my stuff. Over my anger. Over me.
Locking her in place. Trapping her between my arms. Applying old interrogation
methods she won’t be able to fight. “Who was that guy?”
pulsing in my tone.
From her squirming in her seat. From her looking up at me with no way out from
under my gaze. “Are you going to go out with him?”
What she mistakenly believes I’m going to allow her to get away with.
preposterous. As if she’s never considered the possibility. As if I have
nothing to be concerned about. “Are you going to go out with him?”
with a possessiveness I’ve never heard. I’ve never experienced until now.
of the way while my lips brush over her ear. A shuddering breath blows against
my cheek and fireworks explode across my skin when her hand curls over my
opposite shoulder. Steadying herself from me engulfing her.
she twists to the side, trying to face me again. Too small to be at eye level
she stares up at me with all the bravado she can muster, leveling me with her
disgust. Before I got sympathy and compassion. Now I get unadulterated fury.
She’s pissed as hell at me. Almost as much as I am at her. “That’s all you
think anyone would ever want from me?”
me to the core with the pain in her wracked body. The mafia princess in her
full glory as she rolls back her shoulders and gives me a hard shove. “Get the
fuck off me!”
force to ensure I don’t crush the fine bones under my fingers. “I’m not
finished talking to you.”
Now let me go!”
Shocked by her allegation. I’m hung over and my damn head’s spinning from booze
and lust, but I know I can’t be hearing her right. “I may have fucked up more
times than I can count, but I know I’ve never humiliated you.”
release her. Which will never happen. “That’s all you ever do.”
I’m totally confused.”
look at me. Her shoulders drooping as much as her fire fades. “When I held your
hand you couldn’t get me off of you fast enough. And when I kissed you, you
rolled away. It’s embarrassing that you don’t want me.”
“Look down.” She draws in a shaky breath from the huskiness of my voice. From
the need in my eyes and my touch and my body. “Look down at my cock and see how
much I want you.”
the enticing scent of her flowery shampoo with the top of her head near my lips
as we stare at my dick bulging in my pants of its own volition. “I’ve wanted
you since the first moment I saw you.”
Instantly, her arms cross over her chest in protection of her wounded heart.
She still refuses to look at me. I force her to, sliding my fingers under her
chin and lifting her exquisite face to mine. “If things were different I’d make
for bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong women they
love. She spends more time in her characters’ lives than her own. But, when
she’s in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating,
running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.