Page 205 of Morally Gray Daddies

“She said you’re in the mafia.”

I slowly stroke my thumb over the exposed skin on her ankle. “I am. I was born and raised in the mafia.”

I’m not sure what else to tell her.

“Are you going to have sex with me?”

My head snaps up and whips to the side to look at her. She doesn’t appear afraid. It makes me wonder if she’s been worrying about this since I first brought her here. I should have put her in an apartment alone, so she didn’t have to live with that kind of fear. The thing is, I want her close to me so I can watch over her. Take care of her. Protect her.

“Not unless you wanted to, Ana. I’ve done a lot of bad things, but forcing a woman will never be one of them.”

Why didn’t I say no? The only thing I should want to do is help her. And I do want that.

I also want to make her mine in every sense of the word.

Chapter Twelve

Ana

I can’t believe I just asked that. What is wrong with me? Did the liquor really hit me that hard? His answer, though. That’s what has me speechless as I stare at him wide-eyed. Does he mean that if I said yes, he would want to have sex with me?

Something twinges inside of me low in my belly, and I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to tamp down whatever this feeling is.

“Have you killed people?” I finally ask.

Does it matter? Would I think worse of him?

What has me so freaked out is that I don’t think badly of Patrick at all. I’m still a bit frightened around him, but I think I would be with anyone after the way my father has treated me. Plus, Patrick is a tall, muscular man who looks like he could do a lot of damage to a person if he wanted. Which, for some reason, I find really hot.

“Yes.” He doesn’t look even the slightest bit remorseful about it.

“Did you want to kill my father?”

Patrick and the other two guys had guns with them, but was it more of a scare tactic?

“When he brought you into that room, I’ve never wanted to kill someone so badly in my life.”

Heat blooms between my legs. Is this what it feels like to be turned on? Like all I want in the world is for him to touch me right now. I move my other foot, sliding it under his wrist so we have more contact. He smiles and continues stroking my skin.

“Why didn’t you?”

“A couple of reasons.” He leans back against the cushions and rolls his head to the side to look at me. “The main one is you. I never want you to see something like that. I also knew that the only way to safely get you out of that house was to agree not to kill him in exchange for you. I’m a man of my word. I won’t kill him because of the debt.”

“You say it like you plan to do it, though,” I say softly.

He stays silent for a few seconds, then looks me right in the eyes. “I’m not planning on it, Anastasia. I’m going to do it. You belong to me now. He hurt something that is mine. I don’t tolerate that.”

Whoa.

Every time he calls me by my full name, it does something to me. I’m starting to feel like a ball that’s being wound tighter and tighter, but in a very delicious way.

“Will you ever let me go?” I whisper. I don’t breathe as I wait for his answer.

“Do you want me to let you go, Anastasia?”

We stare at each other. I open my mouth and then close it again. What do I want? I’ve never been asked that before. Even though I don’t know Patrick very well, I think he’s a good man and would let me go if I say yes. Maybe I have Stockholm syndrome. I’m going to justify it by the fact that he did kind of save me from a terrible life. So it’s probably okay that I like him.

“No.” The word comes out so quietly that I barely hear it, but he does.

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