Page 21 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

NEVIO

Iwake up, and Dalila is already up. I panic as my eyes open and I don’t feel her next to me. I promised to keep her safe.

Sitting up, the first place I check is the sofa. In case she crawled back there last night, but it’s empty.

I hear a loud sound from the kitchen downstairs. Ok. She’s still here.

Pushing the blankets off me, I stretch, grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on before making my way downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen and it’s a sight I could look at all day.

She is on the kitchen counter, her hands resting in front of her, her naked ass pointed right at me, her bright pink pussy on display.

A sly grin touches my lips and I imagine myself grabbing her hips and fucking her exactly where she is. My cock throbs.

“What are you doing?”

I say, not too loud because I don’t want to give her a fright. She already looks like she might fall. I guess I should shift things in the kitchen around so that she can reach the daily things more easily.

She glances behind herself and I notice how pink her cheeks are.

“That’s a beautiful view, but can I help you down before you hurt yourself?”

I walk towards her, ready to lift her in my arms, but as soon as I reach out to help her she brushes my hands away with a sour expression.

She’s still angry.

Last night didn’t change that.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing things on my own.” Her eyes dance up and down my body, taking me in. She looks like she wants more of what I did to her in the dark hours of this morning. But she also looks like she wants to skin me alive.

“Ok, ok.” I wonder if I hurt her last night? Maybe I was too rough. I know it was her first time. I wanted to be more gentle, but I couldn’t. She was just so - prefect.

“Are you alright? Did you sleep ok? Does anything - uh - hurt - from last night.”

She gives me the brattiest little glare I’ve ever seen in my life and says, “Tell me when you’re done in the kitchen and I’ll come make my coffee then.” Then she pushes around me and leaves.

I stare after her in shock.

She really is going to be a challenge for me.

I don’t even know how to respond to that.

Should I be hurt? Should I be angry?

The only thing I know for sure is that I want to repair whatever has damaged the connection we seemed to have when she first arrived here.

I sigh as I pull another coffee cup from the cupboard and start making both of us a cappuccino.

She’s still angry that her brother didn’t take the time to talk to her at the wedding. And I think she thinks I’m hiding something from her.

She’s put up some pretty intense walls around herself now and I need to figure out how to break them down.

Carrying the coffee through the house, I finally find her outside on the patio. It’s cold out, but she’s wrapped in a thick blanket and has her legs pulled up against her chest. I put the coffee down on the table next to her and then pull the outdoor overhead heater nearer and flick it on. The red glow bakes down towards her.

She doesn’t even turn to look at me.

“Dalila?” I say.

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