Page 35 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

When I look into his eyes, I don’t see any of that. I know he would never be that person towards me.

For me, yes.

But not towards me.

Nevio has gone into town to collect a few things. I am sitting in the living room, playing on my phone, watching series - not doing anything.

The weather is still freezing today and while it isn’t snowing, it’s still a good time to be snuggled indoors.

I smile, picturing myself snuggled against him.

No, what am I doing? I can’t be falling for him. Can I?

I giggle at myself.

I think I am falling for him.

It might be a really stupid thing to do, but how can I help it?

I don’t even see his birthmark when I look at him anymore. I see his deep blue eyes, his grin, the dimples that form on his cheek. The dark shadow of stubble across his jaw. The shape of his jaw and his neck, where it curves towards his broad shoulders.

I giggle again. Dammit. I am falling for him.

He makes me feel so - loved.

Like he loves me for me. Not for what he wants me to be. Just for me.

I haven’t ever felt that before.

“Ehem.”

I jump at the sudden sound and spin in my chair, turning towards it.

“Who are you?” I stammer. I thought I was alone this entire time. How long was this guy standing there? Who the fuck is he?

I am tense and slowly moving, ready to leap to my feet.

“Calm down, pretty little thing.”

He drops onto the sofa next to me.

What the fuck.

“I’m Nevio’s brother.” He says, throwing me a charming smile.

He holds out his hand towards me. “Damion.” He says.

I take his hand and instead of shaking mine; he runs his thumb over the back of my hand.

“Mm. So soft.”

I yank my hand back, feeling instant ick.

Oh, he’s gorgeous. He has Nevio’s eyes, and a similar shape to his jaw. His mouth is different, but he has the same dimples.

I stare at him, though, feeling grossed out because his entire attitude is kind of slimy and forward.

I shift away from him, further to the other side of the sofa.

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