Page 103 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Have you calmed down yet?” His eyes search my face.

I scoff, folding my arms over my chest. “Would you be calm if someone locked you in a shoebox?”

Andre glances around the room.

It’s dark outside, but I left the curtains open and the one remaining lamp on to help me not feel so trapped.

A chuckle spills from Andre’s lips, and I shoot him a glare.

“What?”

“It’s hardly a shoebox, princess. And I’m not going to apologize for trying to keep you from being tortured to death.”

My breath catches at his words.

“Lila,” he sighs, moving toward the bed. “I don’t mean to frighten you, but you need to know I’m doing this to keep you and the baby safe.”

I nod, blinking back tears.

“Sweetheart.” He comes around to my side of the bed.

I reach for him, my walls crumbling as reality hits me.

I’m terrified, not of Andre, but of him not being there to protect me. I should be grateful that it was only Marco who took me from my bed and not one of Andre’s enemies who would use me to send a message.

“I will protect you, Lila.”

I nod, biting my lower lip as I try to ignore the thoughts of what could’ve been.

Andre takes a step toward me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I promise.”

I rest my forehead against his chest, closing my eyes and letting the bergamot and sandalwood scent of him calm my nerves.

“What can I do?” He runs his hands up and down my back.

“I’m so scared,” I whisper against his shirt, my hands sinking into the soft fabric.

“I know, baby. But you don’t need to be, I’ve got you.”

He cups my chin and tilts my face so he can kiss me softly.

I melt into him, parting my lips so his tongue can explore my mouth.

He groans, tightening his arms around me as the kiss deepens. He tastes of whiskey

Heat instantly pools between my thighs as I realize he’s here with me. He didn’t leave. He was trying to protect me.

“I need you,” I gasp against his mouth.

He smiles against my lips as he reaches for the hem of my T-shirt and lifts it over my head.

My nipples instantly harden, and he bends down to take each one into his mouth.

I moan, my eyes closing, hands running through his hair as he worships my breasts.

“Lie on the bed, Lila.” He squeezes my hips once more.

I lie among the silk sheets in nothing but a pair of lace panties I found in a drawer.

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