Page 154 of Their Princess

Massimo shut his mouth, working his jaw and then waved a hand toward a door in the back. “Adelina, I have other guests you should say hello to.”

She glided away without a hello. Without a kiss or a fuck. A blow job would’ve been preferable.

Once she was gone, Massimo called, “Come get some drinks, and let’s talk like civilized gentlemen.”

I preferred not to, but the Prez led the way, and the rest of us followed on his heels.

The room had wingback chairs lining the edges in pairs with small tables between each set. The formally dressed women gawked at us, many hiding comments behind their champagne glasses. My brothers and I expanded our chests, knowing well how much women fawned over the muscle and the taboo idea of tatted bikers.

These old biddies only wanted a dangerous fuck.

But the men, in their uniform suits, barely glanced at us. All their hungry eyes feasted on Adelina. She was more stunning than any diamond and brightened the entire room. The men—most of them Mafia by the looks of it—reached toward Adelina, wrapping arms around her hips and planting kisses on her cheek. She giggled.

Fucking giggled.

I took a step into the den, readying myself to snap the arm of any man who touched her. The intense urge I couldn’t explaindrew me over to her so I could put a stop to their groping. These men were old, with gray and white hair and wavering eyes, and they wouldn’t know what hit them until it was too late. It would be so easy to make them regret touching what was mine.

“Sas,” muttered Graff, and I snarled as I rounded on him.

I had to will my fists to relax at my sides as I breathed deeply. My brother had touched what was mine too, but I had encouraged that. I would allow it again, because I trusted the bastard more than anyone else in the world. And perhaps he’d gotten his relationship views through my thick skull, because I could see the points he’d made many times before.

A woman needed more than what one man, with only one set of desires and cravings, could offer.

Adelina’s gaze flitted over to where we stood, her dark eyes slowly taking me in. I met her stare, locking us in wordless conversation. Her huge pools of dark brown spoke volumes I didn’t yet know how to read. I carefully kept all emotion off my face, not wanting to admit how much of a magnetic pull she had on me.

Graff, in an amused tone asked, “Who will break the stare down first?”

I backhanded him but didn’t take my eyes off Adelina when I reached down to adjust my cock.

And won the staring contest.

She rolled her eyes and gave Graff a long once-over.

Despite his excessive tattoos and thick stature, Graff could nurture her. His sweet to my spice. He would give her things I couldn’t. I wasn’t capable of all that canoodling shit he thrived on.

And yeah, while Adelina had steel in her bones, she also needed that squishy BS.

Yesterday morning proved it. Before we rode out for Vegas, I’d been watching her door from the shadows. Dark thoughtshad been running through my brain about how I could use her body in round two, when I’d caught Graff slipping out of her room with a silly smile slapped on his mug.

Almost everyone else in this room could fuck right off if they thought about touching what was mine, but I’d never been jealous of Graff. And I wasn’t about to start.

He’d fucked her.

But the knowledge of that at the time had only made my cock rock hard, and I’d gone into the shower to fuck my fist. I was counting down the minutes until we could get both our cocks inside our little princess.

“How much longer do we have to be here?” I complained to Graff.

But Graff only shrugged.

The real piece of our puzzle with Adelina I couldn’t get to fit was Rafe. Adelina’s uncle, but only half-brother to the Don. He and the little princess were close, but I couldn’t figure outhowclose. She’d been a virgin, so they weren’t fucking. But...

Did she want to?

Did he?

That look in his eyes as he had watched her bent over the table with her legs and arms strapped down said he did. The shadows and guilt clinging to the corners of his pinched lips, said hereallywanted to join in the fun. And if either of them thought I didn’t see how she returned his attention, they had to be fucking stupid.

The question was: could I deal?

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