Page 56 of Till Death Do Us Part

Mia nodded.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

She stiffened. “Your parents are waiting for us for dinner.”

“Does that mean that you’re not turned on?” I tilted my head. “If I ran my tongue over your pussy, I wouldn’t find it wet and your clit swollen?” I peered pointedly down at her tits. Her areolas were a deeper shade of red, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. “Your nipples are telling me something else.”

Her stare softened. “I am turned on, and you’d find all you predict. I’ve just never been the guest of a drug lord before, and it seems to me that after giving us this amazing place to stay, punctuality isn’t too much for him to ask.”

“Just know, Mia, that when I look at you or reach for you during dinner, I’m thinking about the permission you’ve granted me. I’m thinking about my tongue claiming your pussy until you scream out my name. I’m imagining my face and chin drenched in your sweet juices.”

The pink was back to her cheeks.

“I fucking love that you blush.”

She lifted her palms to both sides of her face. “It’s one of my least favorite traits. I try to hide my feelings, but it rarely works.”

I stifled a laugh. She was right. Our first few interactions she did a piss-poor job of hiding her dislike for me. I’d take blushing and coming over that.

“Let me help you with your arm,” Mia offered as I turned off the water.

Mia dressed in another long sundress. This one was white with small golden flowers. Saying that she didn’t have time to dry her hair she plaited it into a single braid that she pulled over her shoulder.

If she was fishing for me to apologize for our extended shower, she’d have a long wait. Although I didn’t think she needed it, Mia added a small amount of makeup. The mascara made her beautiful eyes look even wider and the blush gave a rose hue to her cheeks. Her lips were still slightly swollen and so fucking kissable.

I pulled on a clean pair of blue jeans and Mia helped me with a button-up shirt, collar open, tails out, and sleeves rolled up. It was easier to get over my bandages and loose enough to cover my holster.

“I thought you said your father has guards,” Mia said as she helped me button the front of the shirt.

“He does.”

“Why do you need your gun?”

“I have a knife on my ankle too.”

She tilted her head.

“No one can be fully trusted. Father’s guards have shown their loyalty. Duty on the Bella is coveted.” I inhaled. If I went on with my explanation, she might not be able to relax as I’d like her to do.

“Is there more?”

“Pirates are real. It’s unlikely they could get close to the Bella without detection. It’s better to be prepared.”

“Should I?” Mia inhaled. “I’ve never carried a weapon, but Dante told me that Catalina does.”

My eyes opened wider.

“A knife. Em taught her how to use it, and Dario continued her lessons.”

That made me scoff. “Maybe Dario is a braver man than I gave him credit for.” I saw Mia’s expression. “Oh, I know he’s the capo dei capi but to arm his wife…that’s bravery.”

“Maybe the secret is that he treats his wife in a way she doesn’t want to stab him.”

“Tell me, Mia. Do you want to stab me?”

She shook her head with a sexy-as-hell grin. “Not right now. Besides, someone beat me to it.”

I was a bit concerned aboutmi padre. There was no question that he cared about family, but that never stopped him from putting the cartel first. My hope was that dinner would go well and nothing would come up to frighten Mia more than she already was.

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