Page 24 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

The pink on her cheeks deepened. “Eat your food.”

“Or I could eat you,” I replied, my eyes looking her up and down.

I’ve been dying to get her out of that dress from the moment I picked her up from her house. It was a short silk dress that hugged her waist and flared out at the hips, stopping about an inch below her ass. The material stretched over her body, drawing attention to every move she made. Not that she wouldn’t have my attention if she was dressed in a sac. This just made it slightly more difficult to look away from her. It’s why I emptied out the entire floor. I couldn’t have anyone else stealing glances at her.

And she’s been teasing me the whole night with her low neckline and long legs on display while trying to distract me with food. Didn’t work. My dick has been at half-mast since I saw her.

“Chicken soup didn’t do it for you?” she fired back, that playful glint returning to her eyes.

“Not even close,” I let out a low growl, my eyes devouring her.

The way her red-stained lips wrapped around her spoon, they should be wrapped around my cock instead, and her legs, they shouldn’t be tucked beneath her; they should be wrapped around my waist while her fingers draw irregular patterns on my back.

A little tent was beginning to form in my pants, and I tried to discreetly fix it, but her eyes had already found it, and she drew in a shaky breath, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Hereyes darkened with lust, and I could see her squeezing her thighs under the table. The temperature in the room must’ve gone up by a few degrees because I was suddenly overcome by a strong urge to loosen my tie and take off my jacket. And if my phone hadn’t chosen that moment to go off, with the way Arielle was looking at me, God knows there’d be no telling what my next action would’ve been.

I cleared my throat, clicking on the receiver. “This better be important, Lorenzo.”

“We found him.”

I felt my shoulders relax, and the tense muscles I’ve been carrying around for the past few weeks relaxed alongside.

“Where did you find him?” I reached across the table, softly squeezing Arielle’s hand in a silent apology as I listened to Enzo run me the details.

“Overall, we should have him in New York tomorrow.”

“Thank you. I’ll make arrangements for his movement tomorrow,” I said promptly, clicking the red button.

“Sorry about that,” I turned to Arielle, who was pushing her last piece of chicken around her plate.

“Work?”

“Work,” I concurred, not offering any more explanations.

While transparency and honesty were a big part of our agreement moving forward, there were still details of the Bratva she couldn’t deal with.

Her insistence on calling my affairs work and using generalized terms for my conduct was proof she wasn’t adapting to this life any time soon, and frankly, I didn’t want her to. She was the only part of my life that was pure and untainted by the Bratva, and I intended to keep her that way for as long as I could.

“You have it under control?” She tried to look concerned about me, but the slight quiver in her lips gave her away.

“I made you a promise, Arielle. Nothing will happen to you, not while you’re with me,” I reassured, and she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off her plate.

I could tell this was a big change for her, getting whisked out of her perfect world and into a world of crime and grey lines. And I appreciate her trusting me enough to venture into this with me. I was almost halfway certain she’d decline my offer when I appeared at her house, but I saw the way she looked at me, and I knew the feeling was mutual. It took a little convincing, but now she was here, I’d die first before I let any harm come to her.

*****

“We’re here,” I murmured, gently stroking Arielle’s head on my shoulders, a smile tugging at my lips as she stirred awake. She had fallen asleep the moment the car left the restaurant parking lot, and her hair was sticking out in every direction. Her makeup appeared smudged on one side, and I was sure if I looked over my shoulder, I’d find a makeup map the size of her cheeks on my suit.

“Woah, that was fast.” She yawned.

“It was forty-five minutes.”

“Okay, And?” She glared at me, daring me to make the comment we both knew was simmering beneath my tongue.

She looked so cute with her hair all over the place and her eyes narrowed to slits. I know she was trying to be intimidating, but I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past my lips.

“What is funny?” Her glare deepened.

“Nothing, princess,” I replied, laughter lurking behind my voice. “Why don’t you head in first, and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

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