Page 19 of The Mafia's Seamstress

I glared at him and stood up. People have to die? For what? Money? Drugs? Anger coursed through my veins. Did it mean he didn't care about who he hurt, killed or worse? Did he not care about the lives his job affected?

"We can't keep doing this," I spat out. Within a few days I had deluded myself in falling for this man. I got swept up by his shadows. I was enticed by the fire behind his gray eyes.

I didn't look at him. I knew if I did I would cave. We shouldn't be spending time together. He was a client. He was the mafia. And yet my avô trusted him and wanted me to trust him.

Dante got up, following me into the kitchen. "Doing what?" he asked. I began doing the dishes, needing a task to keep myself busy.

"Don't pretend to not know what I'm talking about. This thing between us can't happen. I won't put myself or the people I care about in danger because of you or your family," I said.

Even though my avô told me to trust him, books and life taught me one thing and that is people could easily go back on their word. I needed to break the agreement my family had with the mafias.

I was surprised by the anger that was coursing through my veins. My control was snapping. Between my growing feelings for Dante’s, Luca’s enchanting blue eyes and the mafias everything felt like it was catching up to me.

I felt his chest against my back. His hands slipped over mine to grab the sponge. His fingers tangled with mine as we washed the dishes in tangent.

"And what's between us?" he asked, his lips tickling my ear. He rested his chin on my shoulder. I rinsed the dishes and placed them on the rack. Dante slid his wet hands up my arm, inciting goosebumps.

"What. Are. We?" he asked, turning me around. His eyes were serious and that wall around my heart was rumbling.

"You know what I'm referring to," I said. He pressed his hips into mine and I bit the inside of my cheek. It was terrifying how easily he made my body come alive.

"Not the answer I'm looking for," he said in a low voice. I bit back a moan. He tilted my chin. I could use this to my advantage. Dante Costa was interested in me and instead of running away from it I was going to use it. He tapped my forehead.

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"I'm not starting anything," I said, looking away. Dante represented freedom, impulse, desire and most importantly answers. His hand slid back into my hair and he yanked harder this time. My eyes fluttered closed.

"You start and I'll make sure you finish," he whispered against my throat. With his face buried in my neck I stared at the ceiling with a smirk. Let the games begin.

CHAPTER 6

Dogs are Great Listeners

WOOF WOOF AND BOW DOWN

Istared into his lust-filled eyes. His eyes traveled up and down my body, slowly. He was waiting. He needed me to make the first move since I was the one who was unsure. But I wasn’t going to hesitate anymore.

I watched the way his eyes drunk me in. It was like he was memorizing every part of me. A sense of power coursed through my body. I was going to have this man so tightly wound around my pinky he wouldn’t be able to make a move without thinking of how it would affect me.

"Fuck it," I whispered. I faintly heard him gasp as I took his face in my hands. I smashed my lips against his, causing him to stumble back. He quickly recovered his balance and matched my fury. I relaxed in his arms, giving myself up to the tidal wave of lust. He pushed me back against the sink counter.

My fingers twisted into his hair, tugging. His sweatpants provided little barrier to what I could feel. His hands dug into my waist. I bit his lower lip and slightly pulled away. He groaned beautifully.

"Fuck," he whispered against my mouth. Our tongues clumsily found their way into a tango that set me on fire. But I wanted more. It had been so long since I felt like this and I had never been with a man who was this detailed with his tongue.

His hands stayed gripping my hips and I wanted him to touch me. I knew he was being cautious but I was taking a jump. I wasn't the type to tentatively give in. When I decided to do something I went all the way.

So I did the next lustful logical thing. I widened my legs, allowing him more room. I pushed my lips against his, forcing him to get on my level.

Instinctively he pushed back as he nipped and licked up and down my neck. I shut my eyes closed, letting the sensations wash over me. His hands were greedy as they kneaded my thighs. I desperately wanted between my legs. My core ached to be touched.

"More," I whispered, dragging one of his hands up my body. He forcibly stopped his hand from getting closer to her breast. "More," I pleaded. He looked into my eyes, pupils dilated, breathing ragged. His swollen lips pouted.

"Can we go to the couch?" he asked. Mhmm, manners were sexy. I nodded. He smirked, slipping his hands under my ass to lift me. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist and moaned at the feeling of his erection.

Instead of laying me down he sat, keeping me on top. I gasped at feeling him fully beneath my hips. I rocked against him. Dante threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss. I dragged my hands up his chest, gripping his neck.

“Look at me,” I demanded. His eyes collided with mine. His mouth hung open as I pushed my nails into his hair. I leaned down and pressed kisses against his neck. I sucked on his neck hard before soothing it with my tongue. He moaned again, his hands massaging my ass. I had control and it was giving me a delicious high.

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