Page 13 of The Virgin and the Mob Boss

“You’re disgusting.” She tries to say it with force, but it comes out as a whimper.

“I never said I wasn’t.” I trace my thumb along her chin before leaning close. “But know this, little one. You’ll be on my arm tonight. It’s up to you if you’re tied to it or not.”

She swallows hard before I press my lips to hers. This time when I kiss her, it’s not a tease or a hint. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her against me. She gasps at the contact, and I use the advantage to slide my tongue against hers.

Her body stiffens at first, but after that first taste she practically melts into me. Soon enough, she’s kissing me back, and I can’t help myself. I slide a hand between her legs and cup her hot pussy through her leggings. She whimpers when I rub the heel of my palm against her, and then she rocks her hips.

I want to shove everything off this table and eat her instead, but the sound of a throat clearing behind me has me breaking the kiss.

“What?” I shout to the person interrupting our meal.

“Sir, I’ve got London on the line for you like you asked,” Luca says, and then I hear his footsteps retreating.

“Fuck,” I say through clenched teeth and slowly release Pru.

I don’t miss the way blinks like she forgot where she was and what she was doing.

When I stand up, I have to reach down and adjust my cock. She silently watches me before I bend down so we’re eye to eye.

“Remember, little one,” I say and grab another piece of bacon. “On my arm or tied to it. The choice is yours.”

On my way out, I grab the gun sitting on the side table. I shake my head as I look at the empty chamber and put it back down. I should be more careful about where I leave my weapons.

Although if she keeps stealing them, it gives me a reason to search her body.

Chapter Nine

PRU

“Her coloring would be best with a deep green,” Kathy says to Sandra.

These women are the two people in charge of getting me ready for tonight. They’re both gorgeous, so I’m going to trust the process. They set up one of the multiple guest rooms as a workspace, and the second I walked in, they got started.

“Yes, but gold would make her really stand out,” Sandra argues. The two women bicker back and forth as I stand here watching. It’s like I’m not really here but a doll for them to dress.

“Just look, Sandra!” Kathy is tall and blond with cat-eye glasses. She takes the green dress off the rack and brings it over to me. She holds it up in front of me, and the two contemplate the difference.

“Hmm.” Sandra taps her finger against her lips. She’s got dark red hair and lips to match.

"You guys are aware that I’ve been kidnapped, correct?" I ask.

“Yes, dear,” Kathy says dismissively. “You see what I mean about the green, Sandra?”

“Fine, you’re right,” the redhead finally agrees.

“What if I want the gold?” I ask, but I don’t actually care. All the racks of dresses they brought in are breathtaking. I should take their advice because I'm in way over my head.

“Do you want the gold?” Sandra folds her arms over her chest, annoyed.

“You’re the professional,” I mutter. This should be fun, but it’s not.

I never get to go to events or parties. I would plead with my father for permission, but he refused. Instead he locked me away as a virgin bride, ready to parade me around when the time was right. Now I get to go, and I’m dreading it. But deep down, I know that something terrible will happen tonight. I'll either embarrass myself or make a scene when I see my father. He’s who I’m most worried about seeing.

Sandra and Kathy resume discussing shoes and accessories as two more people arrive. After that, I get taken to the bathroom for hair and makeup. Does it really take four people to get me ready for an event? Am I that much of a mess? I think about the woman who was at dinner the other night with Vitaly. She was put together perfectly. I suppose if I want to look that polished, I do need the help. Then I might not embarrass myself so much. Or I’ll look amazing while doing it.

“Put these on first.” Kathy hands me a pair of white lace panties. They are the softest thing I have ever touched.

“What about a bra?” I stand there in a bathrobe holding the panties.

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