Page 34 of Mafia Princess

“I know you don’t scare easily, Maya. I was simply stating a fact.”

Back to Maya now.

“Anyway, I think I’m going to leave too. My feet hurt and I’m tired,” I lie.

“You’re not going anywhere, Principessa.” He firmly grips my elbow in his large hand.

“I’ll make a fucking scene if you don’t let go of me.” I try to pull free of him.

“I fucking dare you,” he taunts.

“I’m going home, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” I pull at my arm again, but his grip is so tight, it’s leaving red marks.

He yanks me into his chest, my hand landing on his hard stomach, and growls at me. He literally growls, low and deep in his throat, but a growl none the less. “If you don’t come with me right now, I’ll let your little arrangement with the Russo kid slip to both your fathers,” he whispers into my ear, his voice vibrating against my skin.

Fuck. Fuckity shit. I know I have no choice but to do as he says. I can’t let Papa know about me and Luca. It would cause world war fucking three between the families, starting an all-out killing spree. Papa would send me back to the motherland and I’d live my days working in either the vineyard or one of the restaurants.

“Fine,” I hiss at him.

‘What I thought, Principessa. I have leverage over you. Now, I know you’ll be my puppet and do as I say.” He grants me an evil smirk. One I would love to wipe off with my knife.

His grip on my elbow tightens as he drags me through the remaining guests. I search the room one last time and meet my Papa’s eyes. I shoot him daggers and flip him the finger as I escape the cheers and whistles of the disgusting men left behind. I feel like Scarlett O’Hara, but with my Papa declaring he doesn’t give a shit about me.

I’ll never forgive you for this, Papa.

“Where are you taking me?” I finally yank my arm out of his strong hand and halt in the lobby.

Milan turns to me, his eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. “To the penthouse.” He gestures for me to follow him.

My lungs flutter, and I’m soon fighting the feeling of excitement rising within me. Memories of the blade coming so close to me as he pumped it in and out flash behind my eyes. “What about Luca?” My heart thrums so fucking fast, I place my hand over my chest, feeling the diamond necklace under my fingertips.

“He’s already there and waiting.” He strides to the elevator and presses the button.

I stalk after him. “If he’s not there-”

“Would I lie to you?” Milan cocks his handsome head and his gaze settles on me. He wears his wicked smirk like a warning; archetypical for a man of his caliber. “Your chariot to hell awaits, Principessa.” He steps into the lift and I follow like the obedient girl they all think I should be.

THIRTEEN

Milan

How does she take all my self-control and shove it back in my face like the blinding rays of the rising sun? All sharp edges and easily rendering you sightless. How did she manage to go from an inconvenience, a fucking sexy as hell one at that, to a constant distraction? She has made me lower my defenses and I’m trying with all my willpower not to domino her into oblivion. I have no hesitation to use her relationship with the Russo kid against her. Fuck, I’d do a lot worse just to see her stripped bare in front of me begging me to touch her. I have to remind myself to reel in my demons before they break her.

I slide my gaze over her long legs until they reach her hips and take in all that is Maya Capelli.

Her delectable ass presses against the railing in the elevator. All night I’ve wanted to pound that flesh and watch it pink up, but I won’t touch her until she allows me. And I know she will ask, eventually. For now, I’ll be satisfied with watching and studying her curves, the arches of her back, and the different moans as they escape her lips. Until the day she permits me to taste her, to punish her, to consume her.

We both stay silent as the lift ascends. I shoot off a text to my underboss, ensuring all gears are oiled in our next takedown. I sense her gaze on me and glance up to be met by her sultry eyes.

“You look worried, Principessa.” I arch an eyebrow at her.

“I’m not living with you until I sign my life away on our wedding day,” she blurts out, the icy tone of her voice cooling my skin.

“I didn’t expect you to,” I respond and regard her as her hands grip the railing so tightly her knuckles start to turn white.

“I’ll also be going back to Verona to continue with school.” She blinks at me, the defiance in her demeanor shining through like a beacon warning a ship about to run aground.

“Let’s not kid each other. We both know you’re there to get your pussy pounded.” I flash her a taunting smile and watch her features morph into a deeper scowl.

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