Page 185 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

Now he moves his head from side to side ruefully and jabs a look at my phone on the table. I know what he's about to say before the words slip out of his tightly clenched lips.

"You're not using the phone Rosa provided."

I bristle. I have Romero and the safety of Amory Corp and my father's house. He doesn't need to keep me chained to him like a dog. "I have it with me. Isn't that all you need?"

"I also know you don't have your pretty little bags with you at all hours, not like this phone. Maybe we should have a tracker embedded here."

He takes my hand in his and rubs his thumb over my wrist gently back and forth.

"I'd feel so much better." He grumbles. He takes the fork and has a mouthful of his caviar.

I take a light sip of the red wine that had come with the meal and roll my eyes. "And how about how I feel? Doesn't it matter?"

"I have to guarantee your safety when you're not with me, Mel. Our history is very well known."

I fling a hank of my long hair behind my back and shiver slightly when his eyes track the movement. It's nothing sexual, but the look in his eyes is the piercing stare of a predator after prey.

I have nothing to say to that. He's right. There had been a time when he had meant we. When we had been so entwined with each other, there had been no space for anything else.

"I know. I understand you need to track me. But it's hard enough when I'm at Amory Corp and with Romero on my tail all day. Isn't that enough?"

He takes my hand and jerks me towards him. "Nothing will be enough, Mel, when you're my woman. Soon enough, you will be my wife, il mio raggio di sole."

His sunshine. I blink, my eyes closed a second before his lips mesh with mine.

I know then I'm not heading home after dinner. I know I'm not over this man.

Same way, he isn't nearly over me. It's a funny moment to realize we've really not changed as much as we thought we had.

Because despite everything, despite my bravado, despite our past, I really want to be his sunshine again, breathing light and heat into the dark places of his heart.

His lips crash over mine, his tongue probing and hungry. I melt under his touch, my chest heaving. Xander pulls back and looks down. “Did you not wear a bra?” he growls.

I peek down and notice that my nipples are pretty much out. I tuck them back in, then flash him a defiant gaze. “No.”

“That dress has a slit on it,” he says, his eyes narrowing.

“It does.”

“A high one.”

“Yep.”

Finally, he puts two and two together. Xander abruptly steps close, and in one smooth gesture, lifts me over his shoulder. I squeak, desperately trying to keep my tits covered as he walks to the door.

One of his hands snakes up my skirt, and even though there could be witnesses, I feel his hands touch the skin between my legs.

“Fuck, Mel,” he mutters, his fingers pressing inside me. I moan at the invasion, but I’m already so wet, it doesn’t matter.

He pulls out abruptly, smacking my ass as the car comes into view. “You’re going to pay for this,” he growls.

It’s not a threat, though.

It’s a promise.

And I can’t wait for him to fulfill it.

He tosses me in the car, walking around the backseat. I scramble to get myself together, pulling at the dress so that it could cover my breasts, trying to tug the fabric over the slit in my dress.

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