Page 18 of Bound to the Mafia King

Her neck snapped in my direction, the annoyance and fury mixed in her pupils. “Must you be so crass?”

“Force of habit.” I shrugged and walked around the room. There wasn’t much to explore. The thing was about as small as a shoebox. “I’ve missed you, Anastasia. It’s been too long without me being in your presence.”

“Don’t do that.” She pointed an accusatory finger my way. “Don’t come in here and play some Casanova man. How did you get onto my property?”

“My men let me on.”

“Your men? Are you… are you spying on my family?”

I stared at her. “Do you want me to lie or do you want the truth?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“The truth,” she finally answered.

“I have my men watching you.”

“Watching me?”

“Yes.”

My God, she looked so fuckable in that dress. I had seen thousands of women from various ethnicities, cultures, andbackgrounds, but this woman took the cake for me. “You changed your hair.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Don’t change the subject. You are having me watched?”

“Of course. I have all my things protected and watched.” I walked past her and moved to the window. I looked out to the main house that looked to be made out of wood. “Your house requires maintenance.”

“Excuse me? Rewind for a second. You are saying that you are having me watched?”

“Must we go over this again,cielo?” I swiped my finger against the window and gathered the dust that had accumulated on it. “You need to fire your servants. They are doing a piss poor job.”

“Hello?Can we talk about the fact that you have me watched and that you called me one of your possessions?” She placed her hand on my shoulder, and I allowed her to turn me so I could look at her. “Look at me when I speak to you. What the fuck, Valerio?”

“I would like to fuck you.”

She ran a tilted hand in her hair, messing up the neatly done curls. “Not a chance in hell.”

“And what of heaven?”

She blinked at me, once, twice and then a third time.

“I can’t do this right now. Get out.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? Leave, I don’t want you here. You shouldn’t even be on our property without my brother's permission.”

“Are you worried for my safety?”

“I could care less about your safety! I care for mine, and I don’t want him or anyone thinking I’m having some kind of torrid affair with you.”

“Torrid affair?” I scoffed. “Don’t reduce me to a simpleton lover,cielo. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Sergei doesn’t fuck you right.”

She gasped. “Go.”

“Tell me, does he fuck you right?”

She stepped toward me in warning. “Stop, Valerio. I’m warning you. We can pretend this little encounter didn’t happen, and we can be on our merry way.”

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