Page 20 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

In the morning, the soft light pulls me awake before him.

I blink against it, trying to remember where I am and process everything that happened.

My hand is resting on the pillow near my head and the diamond ring catches the light, making me swallow hard.

I’m married.

My brother wouldn’t talk to me.

I had sex for the first time last night.

It was so fucking amazing, but - I can’t let that fool me into thinking that what they are doing is fair.

I deserve to know what is going on and why they expect me to stay trapped inside this house with Nevio.

His breathing tells me he is still fast asleep.

I grin, remembering last night, but then quickly push the thought away.

I slide myself out from under his arm and tiptoe out of the room.

I need to think.

Everything has happened so fast. My name has even changed, and I don’t think my mind has caught up with any of it.

Dalila Armano.

Wife of Nevio Armano.

Does he have a second name?

Something you’d think you’d know about the man you married and lost your virginity to.

I make my way down the stairway to the kitchen. The house is quiet. It’s earlier than I thought it was. The light outside is softer than I thought it was, too.

I flick the kitchen light on, and the brightness stings my eyes.

I wonder over to the coffee machine and flick that on too. Standing on my tiptoes, I grab a mug from the kitchen cupboard. But I can’t reach.

It’s so obvious he lives here alone, with no female in sight. He’s so tall and everything is out of reach for me.

I wiggle onto the kitchen counter, my knees on the edge, as I hold into the cupboard handle for balance. I grab a mug and place it on the counter next to me, then lower my hands to the counter to get down.

“What are you doing?” His voice comes from behind me and I freeze with fright.

My naked ass pointed right at the kitchen door. My cheeks flush bright pink when I remember what he did to me last night.

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

I wiggle off the counter and bash his hand away when I feel it on me.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing things on my own.” I huff, annoyed and angry and not about to let him distract me with that amazing body of his again.

“Ok, ok.” He steps away from me with his hands raise, his brows knotted. “Are you alright? Did you sleep ok? Does anything - uh - hurt - from last night.”

“Humph.” I snort at him, lifting my nose in the air like a proper brat. “Tell me when you’re done in the kitchen and I’ll come make my coffee then.” I snap, then push past him and leave him standing alone.

Chapter Twelve

---